A poem for Moey

Written today in the snow covered mountains. Moey The sun does set, that is true but not for you, not for you. No, for you the red-gold glow forever stays, lighting the path to beyond and below. The cricket sings its happy-sad song for you my dear, all day long. For you the world will go round and round Until your lovely feet leave this ground. For you, I sit here now, Writing a poem, though I don’t know how. The sun does set and in its red glow, I see you, my beautiful, all through the snow.