might i make mention, <br />of a looming crimson sky <br />this moment now fleeting <br />and will quickly pass you by <br />in the light crimson lines <br />memories are there <br />it can quickly put you back <br />into the crimson I stare, <br />my days of youth gone <br />but, a memory doesn't age, <br />my thoughts of you linger <br />on a crimson stage, <br />these moments come and go <br />I want them all to last <br />my memories of you <br />are locked in a crimson past <br />might I make mention <br />about what you just read <br />the crimson is fleeting <br />but, the memories are in my head.<br /><br />M Rene Riel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-crimson-sky/
