Scarlet Morning (Poetry)

Woke up in a scarlet morning
Songbirds and the crickets chirping
Blinding sun hits my eyes
I’m wide awake, my muscles cramping
Unprepared for an early surprise
There she was, in a brilliant disguise
Standing there softly humming

Before I could ask her why
She turned her face to me
Lovely and perfect as ever
But her eyes dead as could be
Inside I felt my heart die
In my head burned a hot fever
The beauty before me wasn’t alive

She whispered my name through pursed lips
And said something I couldn’t make out
Her mouth didn’t move but I heard the sounds
I wanted to tell her the honest truth
But somehow she already knew all about
My secret love for her knew no bounds
But now she was gone and then I knew

This was her ghost left to haunt me
And the morning sky turned to grey
As I awoke in a cold sweat around three
I called her up and knew just what to say

On the other end a tired voice mewed
“Go back to bed, I’ll see you today”
Something sounded off in her mood
“I love you, Scarlet,” I had to say

The very next morning she passed away…

September 20, 2013

Writing words, spreading love, Amelia Desertsong primarily writes creative nonfiction articles, as well as dabbling in baseball, Pokemon, Magic the Gathering, and whatever else tickles her fancy.

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