Crimson is the Sun, as she sets above the lake
Reflecting the mountains as my breath away she takes,
Shadows receding as fire flies do their dance
And I sit to dwell upon the moments of pure chance..
I hear the drummers rhythm as it sounds its steady beat
Of the native land I love and in my dreams I greet.
My heart beats to the song of a long ago lost tune
And deep within my soul, I know our meetings soon.
For long ago on windswept deck, overseas I sailed
I waved goodbye to all I knew, and trusted not to fail
For held within a knowing came that one day soon would be
I trusted that the Crimson Sun would lead you back to me.
And as the Night now draws on near, I hear that same old song
I bend to pick a Clover leaf, and know where I belong.
Crimson and Clover together they go well
For My love… I know where I shall Dwell…
© Sue Dreamwalker 2011 All rights reserved.
Thank you Crimson and Clover – Tommy James & The Shondells One Record I love to listen too which inspired this Poem…… From a Long Lost Memory……..