Twilight
Flowers bursting like the flames of the sun.
And soon one hears the songs of the night's descending.
Slate colored wings have begun
to ascend through the winds sending
the soul to the bleeding colors-
red, pink-orange amber rose.
A pocket is searched for last dollars.
Smooth ink-like dark spreads it's glittering coat
of stars above the roaring of the waves on the edges
of the shore come to beckon him.
On this ebbing tide the moon floats.
His violin weaves the night sky tapestry, soaring.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2016
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