Dusk To Dawn
A spent sun, sullied and bleeding
starts to set, defeated by Night.
And chameleon clouds turn pink,
absorbing drops of crimson light.
Vermillion inks the horizon
like luminous carnival glass.
And a polished golden moon shines
like a cauldron of molten brass.
Black cloaks the heavens in 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 the Dawn's first light.
Peach, strawberry, and cinnamon
tint scattered clouds of misty grey.
And this mix of pastel colors
affirms that Sol is on His way.
Shifting shadows break free from black,
as Morning chases Night away.
And twinkling stars swiftly vanish,
washed away by the light of day.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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