the sky turns to evening colors
seen so often across twilight
one day i'll hold the sun
as it goes down
and never hear
those trumpets cheer
the rising moon

though i think back
to younger days
i do not reminisce
for all the flags
that ever flew
will not see my tears

i've walked my way
and ask not to stay
beyond my time
for nothing remakes
the past except history
as most believe
what they are told
and so will ever hold
their beliefs to heart

missteps were made
and when held up i stayed
did not retract the facts
nor try to hide the acts
my seasons came and went
one was like a circus tent
others played as if i laid
every lass was ever made

12/08/2007