Red was the sky on the day that I

Laid eyes upon you…

And yours, like mine

Were glowing in a brilliant glare

To which no earthly thing compares.

To see you not before my path,

But have you conjured from our past

Delivering me a painful truth;

I would not be, if not for you.

You took my place in line,

I took your place in life.

Now you hop from star to star

And bask in the heavens’ light.

And through your ephemeral essence, That bright beam of red

Is cast upon my hands.

First to be known, and last to be heard,

The cosmic cradle suspending a girl

Who had more to do.

I will carry Hannah’s red flag.