Dusk
Melting sorrows drift toward tomorrow
when sounds dance in hushed irrelevance.
Sacred seconds are held in creation's tawny yolk
as crystal waves of wind bid farewell to this day's fate.
A single dove darts through cinnamon plumes
in one last dance through heavens gate.
With ageless dreams bathed in honey gold
it wings its way in graceful sway.
How fleeting life might slip from sight
when passion yearns for its beholder.
Reminders linger in the dusk
of mysteries lost and treasures plundered.
I stand this post as infinity spills across the sky
and wonder fills the trueness of my heart...
07/20/2018
Dusk or Dawn Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
First Place 08/02/2018
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