When The Sky Poem by jim hogg

When the sky turns dusky red
Only one star bright enough
You come to me, now and then

Out of something rising up
All that’s left of history
Black and whites of dreams that once

Couldn’t wait for Saturday
Couldn’t be without your hand
No such thing as shades of grey

You and I knew where to stand
From the launchpad we were bound
Pretty swiftly into sand

Having crashed we turned around
Got back on our feet again
Caught the next dream into town

We had so much time to spend
Wasting time and skimping on
All the things we might have learned

One more winter’s day has gone
Not that things are clearer now
Looking back’s a kind of con

Makes the real unreal somehow
All of us see different things
In the shadows, in the clouds

If we had the gift of wings
And the wit to travel through
All the songs nostalgia sings

Where would you go flying to?
Would I really fly to you?