The Close of Night

Updated on November 2, 2016

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.


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      John Hansen 17 months ago from Queensland Australia

      I love the rhyme and rhythm of this poem. Great job.

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      Mae Hanson 17 months ago from Geneva

      Thank you very much, Whonu, and blessings to you as well!

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      whonunuwho 17 months ago from United States

      I enjoyed this style and work in your poetry very much my friend. Well done. Blessings. whonu