Red sky at dawn <br />blows wind against my back, <br />its cold icy fingers <br />summon wolves in a pack <br /> <br />she was in my thoughts <br />like a record i once knew <br /> <br />red sky, <br />blue clouds, <br />a mind lost <br /> <br />in its hues.<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/re-occurring-dreams/
