Friday, August 05, 2016


The ochre discolour of sunset
Washes upon pillars of Beech
Burnished shadows that sink
Under lowering sun to ground
A silent, supple, fading to earth
And all the remains of day fail
I can save nothing for tomorrow
I have used all my strength today
As fuel and desire to reach tonight
And as for tomorrow's dreams
I will wait to see another sunrise
Before I make any negotiation
Diplomacy is best served at dawn