Sunset Swansong

At the frail fringe of the twilight zone the dwindling day flushes depleted the halcyon horizon with the last shower of cinnabar sequins, the sunset splendor transient, spins with celestial strands spell bound, the formless fabric 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, designed at the finite edge of fated pathway penultimate, embedded inexorably at nebulous periphery of amorphous future obscure, the twilight tune resounds the requiem for the secluded sole, silhouetted still against sundown skyline of resonant radiance, discerning destined in the cauldron of time the final flash of the demolished day, d r o w n I n g…. The twirling tapestry of tempestuous suffering, interlaced inherently with the chalcedony clouds of smarting storm, ravages the weary horizon flustered, seamlessly serene once, marks the chameleon shift of the concealed colors of dormant desires on the convoluted canvas, lacerates the last corner of the fading fresco of the mystified mind, c r u m b l i n g…. Deformed shards of the splintered sky swirl in squally pathos, disperse in dismal clumps of desolate cloud curled, the remnant patina of sunflower sanguinity still sparkles in the departing flashes of the sinking sun, diffusing the montage of derelict memory, composes the melody dormant of the unsung dreams with lyrical life’s fading refrains fossilized, silence sequesters music of bliss in spectral sonata of sunset swansong, r e s o n a t i n g ….