Tuesday, October 5, 2010


your golden grace has died away
failing at the end of day
clouds, crimson with demise
spears of orange and pink
impale the darkening sky
whilst nebulae and galaxy retreat
and lo, the moon, steadfast and strong
residing at its peak
wanes to dawn, and sunrise sky
forever to repeat

1 comment:

  1. Newish poem! Funny thing, this started out as a poem for a friend of mine then spiraled out of control and turned into an epic daily struggle! I really like how it turned out :D