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.