Just Moments Til
(Picture Perfect)
Mere minutes until the end
This radiant perfection will not last
Shadows of trees will not cringe
They reach for the oily colour of
grass
Made by nat'ral green and white-
goldish gleams
Tranquility, what I barely grasp
This scene discarded by urban
steam
Moments like these, everything stills
Moon's quick to clean Sun's artful
spill
Silhouettes turuned b'ings now
desire
To consume skies left blue and black
'til filled
Abduction by time was rapturous
light
Twilight gives wings for euphoria's
flight
That moment of evening bliss is
gone
Now Night's inhabitants sing
reverent song
Copyright © Eric Thomas | Year Posted 2013
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