The sun sets in muted gold glow,
Shadows darkle the sky's blue brow,
Salmon clouds spread the sparkle slow,
As the orange orb's hiding now;
Lilac lush of evening welkin,
A prelude to heaven's splendour,
Horizon hues like patched pumpkin,
The work of Creator's blender;
The "bridegroom" of the firmament
Goes back to rest in his chamber,
My feathered friends are testament
To sweet homecoming splashed amber;
Birds tweet their goodbye to the sun,
Flowers close their smiling petals,
Time for relaxing, day is done,
The earth in repose, peace settles.
The blue skies are clear again,
No wind tears apart,
yet the sound of pounding rain
beats against my heart,
The clear sky will darkle soon,
Thunder will go boom,
Prepare to hear rain's sweet tune,
And watch lightning zoom,
Listen to that faint drumming,
That relentless din,
Pit-pat, the rains are coming,
I feel it within.
Across my street with sidewalks
shaded by fluttering oak trees,
there's a gardener with the army cap...
while rascals laugh and play nasty rap;
how well tends to his garden without weeds,
how glad he is when neighbors clap,
and he works serenely in this noiseless haven!
Then, Sterlings with colorful wings swap down
to steal his lavenders, he chases them away
with a voice that frightens playful squirrels:
" Leave them alone, let the buzzing bees
turn their mild nectar into sweet honey! "
In the middle of April he wears old camouflaged shorts,
he's amused by a passerby who flashes admiring looks;
" Good morning, Pete: your garden is too pretty! "
" Thank you, John: it makes me proud and happy! "
Each charming flower in his garden has a beauty of its own,
"Ah, youth is a beautiful flower but withers with time! "
He exclaims shedding tears that sunlight makes sparkle,
he has lived a full life and his adventurous days darkle,
and finding something to do boosts his esteem, he feels fine;
do regrets ever embitter him remembering his wife Sharon?
If you can’t shine, then shimmer
I’ll still see you if you’re dimmer
If you can’t shimmer, then sparkle
And I’ll still see you in the darkle.
a ghost
comes forth from
the house of the dead,
a rather unusual apparition –
empty, desolate.
a wraith so worn and
frail, it barely seems
there, as if suddenly thrust
from its icy winter shade.
it rises without sound, or maybe without voice,
a solitaire and lonely
shadow without form.
I wonder what its purpose
is here on this day
and whatever its plans for during its stay.
my fear aside, I can’t discern its intent,
dark or light, heaven or hell, good or evil.
I feel light and goodness on the one side and
dark and evil as it turns its back to me.
perchance it
is here to help guide
me, but where?
It seems a lowly darkle, unenlightened
and slow, but it turns with clear
vision and song of
light with an order
of celestial
beings from God’s land.
I am edified.
It is not the size or shape of the gift,
but the inherent purpose and intent of
its presence.
I shall follow it
with boldness, courage, and great expectations
as it leads me into my
sphere of scotophobia.
I sat alone and watched the rain,
A girl walked by and she started to laugh,
I saw her face,I saw the face and i knew that thing was not human,
Around its head it became darkle,
So, I ran away,I ran and ran until I could no more,
I saw her 10 feet away,I knew there was no way,No way to escape.