Dawning Dusk

I watch the earth as it steams the sky
and from the inky darkness cloulds pry;
softening the blur of the spinning sphere
into a horizon that light begins to shield from
the darkness.

Orange spilling into the viscous blues,
though a prism of the nightlight's hues
and I watch yellow crisscross streams
into the veins that enliven the heavens into
the earth.

Into a furnace that burns untamed
till its redness blackens its own flame
and it braves a cool of aura of its own pedantic humility
as breath mists the windows of the mystique of
the sky.


Eastern beauty extends an arc into the silence
of the west, roping bridges from dusk to dawn,
as the night hikes to touch its crest.
Moon and Sun tailored to fit the seasoned frame
tower up into the stars unbending against
the night.

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