Sunday, December 09, 2012

Sunset

Tis happy when
The daylight dies
When softer moon and stars arise

Tis joyful when
The sun bleeds on
The skin of distant horison

With glee today
Is history
Tomorrow may yet never be

How it aches
When bloodied claws
Castigate the midnight pause

And so I wait
When dawn arrives
That moment sweet
When daylight dies.

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