Frustration

When in twilight, stars that pierce the mould Bring livid comfort to my sorry chest The dome of night extends its azure fest And spirits rise with stories to behold Urgency precipitates my brow Such beauty must be conquered or put down A thousand times I’ve seen this faulted crown Upon my task, exalted sacred cow Laden with this burden that I feel For crisp cold beauty heaped on matters done Splendour with an edge as sharp as steel Trodden ground where older seeds I’ve sown Beneath another twilight thus prolong Eureka moments past my heart have flown