Tuesday, December 21, 2021

Westward Sun

closing time
upon the dawn
when the allure emerged

golden fadings
flies twinkling.

Harmony of Otherworlds.
Listen to blackbirds.

Frequencies of guiding songs.

Light your candle.
It's coming to life!
More steadily,
As dwindling light.

Draw horizons into your chest.
Adoring hailings to the west.
The glory of the dusk
Never fails to impress.

Keep all your gold -
not what I behold
to be the finest element.

Sure, the day's delight
But noontime's far too bright.
I much prefer a precursor to night.

Abscond from the torch caress of dawn.

Anything you want.

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