As daylight yielded to the dusk

As daylight yielded to the dusk
With nightfall yet to come,
A ghostly apparition surfed
Before the setting sun.

Was it a sign of past events,
Of battles false and true?
Perhaps instead a harbinger
Of deeds we’ve yet to do.

We cannot know its meaning
Though a few will always try.
The answers lie within our hearts,
Not written in the sky.

Poem and photo by Richard Fogg