Sonata Of Sunset Swansong

At the fringe of the twilight zone the dwindling day flushes halcyon horizon with cinnabar sequins, the sunset splendor spins celestial strands in the formless film of cadenced cloud, turning to cosmic violin, r e v e r b e r a t i n g … In the misty milepost overtly ordained at the finite fringe of penultimate pathway at nebulous periphery of future obscure, the twilight tune resounds the requiem for the forlorn being, silhouetted still against sundown skyline of transient radiance, discerning destined in the cauldron of time the final flash of the demolished day, d e c e a s i n g…. The twirling tapestry of tempestuous suffering, interlaced inherently with the chalcedony clouds of smarting storm, ravages the unwary horizon, transiently tranquil once, marks the chameleon shift of the concealed colors of dormant desires on the convoluted canvas, lacerates the last corner of the frail fresco of the mystified mind, c r u m b l i n g…. The deformed shards of the splintered sky swirl in squally pathos, roll on the dismal waves of curled-up desolate cloud, the remnant patina of sunflower sanguinity still sparkle in the departing flashes of the sinking sun, drowning the montage of derelict memory, compose the latent melody of the unsung dreams with the fossilized life’s fading facsimile, sequestered in spectral sonata of sunset swansong, r e s o n a t i n g ….