I dreamt walking toward a red sun

 On that day the sun will be darkened.

The sun was red like blood.

When Christ died the sun eclipsed.

Day of fire in pentecost upper room

I dreamt I was walking toward a red sun. I was taking my deceased mother to it. For years I dreamt of this mysterious sun seemly amongst darkened times. Was i born to be alone and drift. A mystery silent are many things. In a twinkling of an eye a transformation or disappearance of things of old. Time ticked slowly vibrating and awaiting. Still the warmth promises of the sun are still here

To be continued soon