Analysis of Rememberance.

Twilight walks across the  floorboard of the sky as I sit with memories mourning the loss of you. Before the dawn has crept upon the eastern peaks and before the morning dew. When the world slips on its innocence as if death and war it never knew Here I met with the angel called death bereft from flying fro and to, although they could not take me yet one day they will surely return to bring me back to you. Until then the sky and I will sometimes meet to weep in rememberance of you.