Waiting At the Edge of Night

The designer time created a landscape for me, carving deep ravines, lofty hills, desert dunes that I had crossed in the ordained journey long under the shimmer of the blazing summer sun, across strong surge of slashing thunder storm, through the opaque mist of the silent winter, along the tinged garden path of fragrant spring, far from destination unknown. Floating like a butterfly in the ambient air of the twilight gleam I had seen the hollow horizon filled with fading sunset colors as from the slate sky the creeping night’s shadow fell like shower of gloom from melted cloud of pain. The grains of deepening shades of grey descended wrapping the vanishing trail of the departing day, in twilight hour the path invisible. In moonless dense night in the dark sky I see the steadfast pole star shine, its slender beam etches a lighted course for me across the uncharted and desolate terrain of time. My life walks me with dreams on the weary eyes to reach all unseen corners of this beautiful world, to see crimson sun raise again the dawn, I wait at the edge of night uncertain. August 23, 2020 Contest : Strand Completely New (26), Any Theme, Any Form Sponsor : Brian Strand