Today the prompt is to write a poem that addresses the future subject.
Strange Dawn.
Across sand dusted with silver and gold
Your feet left no prints and the sea
Had no need to wash the strand clean.
Through evening velvet, blue and rich grey,
You drifted, singing, and laughing
At the echoes of another life.
In the deepest night, star-dimmed and
Moon-muted, your voice called faintly,
A call from beyond on a poor phone line.
When the morning dawned, there were colours
In bands and woven plaits across the sky.
But that was a future without you.
That future is black and the colour
Is false and mocks the grieving watchers.
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