On That Day

on that day the color of the sun
shall be as scarlet, as red as drying blood

the clouds shall all be gray
and the sea is darker than blue

the air is humid and the sounds of
rocks grinding themselves to sand

shall be heard. You will not be there
to witness the birth of a new sun

the moons as round as the halo of light
on the head of saint

the silence as deep as the sea
the murkiness you must condemn

but only for a while. The light in your eyes
comes out. The angels sound their trumpet.

The skies split into two.
You shall hear the sound of the rain.

The sky is not empty.
And the stars shall stay.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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