Showing posts with label dusk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dusk. Show all posts

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Patina's Purples


Remember-
Under the light of dusk,
when our eyes are quiet;
wordless, we watched
pink crests crowning purple clouds
passing by on the pale canvas sky...
Grey grabs all with its notes
taking the lead
.
“I want to see a new color,” she said-
I remember, “but there are none left.” 
Instead
Imagine a new blend, a color made from none of these
I pretend it cannot be seen, but better felt-
inside closed eyes
like blue
or a red
Aura
“A new hue,
another shade made of you.”

“I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror,” 
she confessed.
You ripen while you rest. 
And thus this innocent request
was bestowed.
A complimentary color, 
a gradual gradient 
evaporated and echoing
the tone of dawn
a radiant hinge on the fringe
of the rainbows wheel
angles ajar
prismatic and enigmatic.



Image By Anonymous [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Flammarion Woodcut, c. 1888.


Wednesday, May 14, 2014

After Sunset



















The night falls
heavy in its hours.
Afraid of the dark
Corners,
of your mind.
Fear what you may find
alone,
in the space between you-
and vast nothing.
Openly suffocating,
in periwinkle dusk
rapt in a blanket of night.
You fall asleep-
You fell in love-
I fell for it-

Burglars in the eerie in-between
steal abandoned hearts
and crawl with malice.
Lovers steal
glances and tears
that fall
guilty like night.

In hazy dark cities,
lights blur through salty tears.
Among busy streets
wander empty years
sound of safe, shhh-
alee-whispering wind,
silence is golden.

For in memories and sunsets,
cast behind you,
lingering in the shadows,
of loneliness-
loudest

at the fall of night.

Image credit: By Jon Sullivan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

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