The Close of Night
Christening the bleak of grey;
The paradox of dark and day,
Confined to single Moment’s blush
for longer light the earthly lust.
Is a time now, gone and past
Never to return to us--
but as a play wait in the next.
And so, until then there shall rest
within the shadow lurking there
until the close of Silver’s glare.
A briskness in the air shall be;
A sigh the ground itself shall heave
To welcome in the martyred sight
Of Sun’s rare gleam: contained contrite.
Hid in orange countenance,
The plague of guilt in present, is.
To down below a bashful peek
To witness Human purity
And watch it leave as soon as rises
we forget the dawn behind us.
Comments
John Hansen from Queensland Australia on November 03, 2016:
I love the rhyme and rhythm of this poem. Great job.
Mae Hanson (author) from Geneva on November 02, 2016:
Thank you very much, Whonu, and blessings to you as well!
whonunuwho from United States on November 02, 2016:
I enjoyed this style and work in your poetry very much my friend. Well done. Blessings. whonu