Poeticpiers
03-28-2007, 05:08 PM
Temporary Victory
The distant trees a filigree.
Twigs and branches purposefully
tight intertwined. Through which I see
an orange orb: The setting sun.
I do not fear he fall of night
but gaze in wonder at the sight.
Amidst branches glowing bright
an orange orb: The setting sun.
As daylight slowly fades away
to mark the ending of the day.
I will remember when I pray
an orange orb: The setting sun.
The night has laid her velvet cloak
across a world of sleeping folk.
Soon dawn will launch her counterstroke
an orange orb: The rising sun.
27-Mar-07
:D
The distant trees a filigree.
Twigs and branches purposefully
tight intertwined. Through which I see
an orange orb: The setting sun.
I do not fear he fall of night
but gaze in wonder at the sight.
Amidst branches glowing bright
an orange orb: The setting sun.
As daylight slowly fades away
to mark the ending of the day.
I will remember when I pray
an orange orb: The setting sun.
The night has laid her velvet cloak
across a world of sleeping folk.
Soon dawn will launch her counterstroke
an orange orb: The rising sun.
27-Mar-07
:D