The red ball in the sky,
finally setting.
The red in the cheeks,
never fading.
The laughter, the jest
always around
The hugs, the warmth,
never leaving.
The ocean so blue,
Hearts, oh, so true,
Of the dark skies
running away from goodbyes
and no sand in the shoes.
Return to mundane life,
With hope of sunny days,
Once again, never too soon.
Posted for OSI and ABC Wednesdays - B
