Every day that year
I would look up at the sky
At night it was black and blue
With white stars
Glowing bright above
The Marfa lights
The streetlights glowed
Bright and bold
The leaves were red and orange
And the air was crisp and cold
And every time it was the same
It was bright and bold but
Peaceful
Posted in response to the challenge Autumn '24: Writing.
I want to smell the fall in the air
As we look up in the sky
Full of stars all different yet alike
I want the breeze to echo your name
As it floats along the wind
I want to find what I lost,
To search for it in the unknown.
The relics of time,
Soon to be lost to the past.
Life's beautiful moments,
Cherished but soon to be forgotten.
Three years ago,
You said forever.
And I repeated it,
It left a sweet taste in my mouth.
Like sugar poured onto a lemon,
Covering up the sour bitterness.
Comments
I remember first hearing about the Marfa ghost lights on Unsolved Mysteries, years ago! Fascinating, and a fascinating way to contextualize the beauty of the season, too.
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