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.





©GayUganda

1 comment:

Princess said...

nice.
I like.
Especially the first verse.

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