D.A. Simpson | Wednesday, 20 October 2021 | Print
D.A. Simpson
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A deep salmon pink
As the crepuscular firmament
from daylight to dusk did turn
When the sun, that great daystar of renown
lost its glorious face of blazing gold
the fabled lustre as old as time itself
fading now
a shadow melting into the darkness
As the hours of evening by degrees
encroached imperceptible
upon the wearying hours of day
And pestered them
Urging them to yield
to the inevitability
of the nighttide hour
As the realm prepared
for to don awhile
the sober attire of night
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Which emanates from beyond this mortal realm
That burns into the very soul
For to search the heart and scour the spirit
Like a coruscating sun
That disc of burnished bronze
A’dangle low in the sky at dusk
When the toil of day is done
As it awaits to consume the remains of daytide
While these remnants redundant now
Linger and tarry much
Amid the weakening embers
Of the myriad waning fires celestial
That speaks of a once upon a time
That is no more
Like a footprint of yesterday
Never again to be seen
In the dust paths of this earthly sphere
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Posted 4:11 pm | Wednesday, 20 October 2021
globalpoetandpoetry.com | Faruk Ahmed Roni
