' Whence Day Touches Night ... ' ( Metaphysical Poem # 5 )

‘ Whence Day Touches Night … ’ ( Metaphysical Poem # 5 ) Does Not Day … Touch Night At One Instance of Time ? … When Setting Sun … On The Horizon Draped in Robust Pinks and Orange-Golden Capes of Flowing Attire … Gently Retires from Stage … and Engage, One, Last, Glowing Smile … which Close 'Act One' and Cause … Applause from Rows, Upon Rows of Verdant Mounds, and then Bows Half-to-Sacred-Ground … Half-to-Sanctioned-Crowds … So, The Day Withdraws, with what We Saw in Theatrical-Display … Threw One Last, Soft-Kissed-Sunray in a Humble Gesture … of Divesture … … and then God Be Praised! … Day doth’ Raised It’s Fingers of Fire … to Admire the Purple Haze And Indigo Hues … like Oncoming, Enveloping, Opaque Pews … a Prelude to Darkened Glory … as Black as a Pitch Curtain – Oratory and Us … as Observatory – Standing-Ovations Spectators, to this Tapestry of Mastery … Relieved Only by Moon-Cast-Light and Thespian Star-Rings Bright … Upstaging The Day, and All It’s Props For Height Which had Performed With All It’s Might … So, that We Remember … in Our Low-Sky-Sight Whence One Instance of Time … Day Touched Night …