To Night

by

Alan C. Keimig

The labyrinth of our life edged
In green and led by red cinder
Pathway through the longer shadows
Of twilight time on through the pendulum
Of yellow fruit hung on vine and lemon
Leaves the chorus breeze come off
The mountain side singing down the
Corridors of sky down the terraced day
And dome which drowns the sun in
Evening's neon rays to finally glean
In shimmering night until the edges
Of each hour blur in each dark
Transformation of the light which will
Not translate past my heart's ability
To see and feel the presence of your
Heart in the cadence of its blood
Pumped through the whiteness of my
Tongue who's words have turned to
Sudden fire harmonized with all
Nocturnal certainly which comes
With the dreams the low call of the
Turtle dove, the cricket chirp, the
Coyote, the rustle of the moon in wind.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at I envy them
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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