Red Sky
Nov 21, 2022
Red sky at night is praised as delight for the weary young boatman is nigh.
He carries with him the same wish and whim of angels and demons on high.
Oh, to be known, principalities and thrones, the Voice echoes forth “It is Time.”
To burden the young with threats of the tongue the anchors of culture untied.
Rise first, like red sun and pale moon, to release moor and sail frankly with tide.
