Friday, December 09, 2016


The brief tapestry of dusk
Subsumes the last threads of cobalt
And the day closes shut again
Shadows run across desire
The orange weft comes swift
Upon a day yielding climbing skies
But where sun sails to darkness.
Just for a moment I see another place
Sitting below the rim of the world
It lies unfettered beyond reach
And nothing of this absurdity
That passes for advancement
Can touch its sweet existence
And if such illusion passes swift
As night's spider weaves dark webs
It is ever a good dream for sunset