Wednesday, March 19, 2008

A Sunset

Fire to the west-

the flames of a sunset;

on an evening wrapping me cold

with the night’s dark embrace,

How can I blink

to miss a second

those glorious flames?

Nor will I turn my back, homewards;

till the very last flame’s extinguished

‘nd night the west has claimed-

Good night, a warm rest,

light with darkness replaced.


1 comment:

Princess said...

I like.
Especially the first verse.

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