Like diaphanous wings a blur in flight,
does shimmer a long days end in light,
across waters orange jewels glisten,
and skies descend to night’s whisper, listen,
as fading embers descend to velvet,
and shadow stretch envelop jealous light,
to announce the close of day.
The hum of insects at water’s edge,
imbue the fading light to beg,
slumber strike all living brethren,
rest in plight in a nestled heaven,
as lights from houses rowed and many,
give warm visage on cold street silence,
as fire’s warm the hearts of those inside.
The close of day another door opened,
the gloaming rich now faded, broken,
to studded purple endless sky,
blinking distant radiant eyes,
and all is quiet as night ensues,
as moon does rise and light peruse,
the transformation grand.
The chill descends on days gentle grace,
as beckoned slumber leaves not a trace,
and dreams unfold in afferent scenes,
fight-ed thoughts and flowing streams,
to rest those pangs and stresses bared,
to sleep with angels
in gentle loving care.
And pledge the night to awaken day in time,
and life rise up once more in perfect rhyme,
to greet all life in wondrous golden hues,
wiping slumber from eyes renewed,
to surrender heart and soul to be.
Tony DeLorger © 2017