Dusk To Dawn
A spent sun, sullied and bleeding,
starts to sink, defeated by Night.
And chameleon clouds blush pink,
absorbing drops of crimson light.
Vermillion inks the horizon,
like luminous carnival glass.
And a pitted, golden moon shines
like a sphere of unpolished brass.
The sky is cloaked in black velvet;
an ebony softness that flows.
And sleep's allowed to wander free;
to tend to fantasies and woes.
The sun rises like a phoenix
from the charcoal ashes of Night.
And sets the eastern skies afire;
ignited by Dawn's breaking light.
Peach, strawberry, and cinnamon;
tint, scattered clouds of misty grey.
And this mix of pastel colors
indicates that Sol's on His way.
Shifting shadows detach from black
when the sun chases Night away.
And twinkling stars swiftly vanish,
washed away by the light of day.
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