Wanderer of the Western Skies

This is a really old poem actually. I wrote it while watching a sunset on my bicycle when I was 12, but it is one of the few poems that I wrote at that age that I'm not ashamed of, so yeah.

The Wanderer of the Western Skies

The Wanderer wandering westward wearily
Carrying his heavy burden tearily
He lost his way in the fiery sky
And fiery tears he will cry

O Wanderer of the Western Skies
Lift your tears on high
Take the sunset light
To guide you when it's night
Take the fiery tears you cry
And scatter them across the sky

Swiftly the shadow of ebony night
Crawls across the remaining light
But the fiery tears stay high
And the Wanderer travels the sky

O Wanderer of the Western Skies
Lift your spirit on High
Kneel to Him who is the Light
He will guide through the night
Take the tearful prayers you pray
They will show you the narrow way

The Wanderer lies down at the gate
He is hesitant to see his fate
He knows that the door is a new birth
He will go from sky to earth

O Wanderer of the Western Skies
Lift your prayers on High
Do not sit in limbo in the air
Open your heart in silent prayer
Lay down your burden and your strife
Leave the twilight enter a new life

At the gate he sleeps the night
His fiery tears shedding light
But when the pale fingers of the sun
Gild the sky the night is done

O Wanderer of the Western Skies
It is dawn, lift up you teary eyes
Stay in limbo if you wait
If not, you must enter the gate
He stands and slowly sighs
Takes some steps then a baby cries