Colors Of Time

Chapter Twenty-five

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Standing here on my quay, I gaze up at the pink sky, watching the red sun rising as tears roll down my cheeks. Tears roll and fall that hit the pier or maybe, plummet to the water below. I can’t help but wonder if I ever will touch the waters again. I sometimes miss it, but it also reminds me… of Tony. Those moments in time pull at my soul. It’s funny how we remember things, how we relive it, they are our dreams or nightmares. I still struggle with my heart at times. I have questions that cannot be answered. But as I look up to the heavens, I think of him. And I know somewhere; he is probably looking down at me from time to time. The beauty of this spectacle reminds me, a colour of one period, a point in time, which seemed a million years ago. Fragments of a moment, a time when teardrops fell.

Reviews

[Norma M Sutton]

This is very nice. It catches those feelings well. What is a quay? I'm not familiar with that term.

[deeps]

Such a sad chapter. Wonderful imagery.