Sunday 27 March 2011

Bleeding Sun, Healing Moon

The skies subtle change of tone,
the great trees have so quickly grown,
the mix of colours, wind blown
all show me that we’re not alone.

Energising in our bed
we admire how the sun has bled.
Sky’s gentle fade; blue to red
and then to black as day is dead.

All colours begin to run
it feels as though it’s just begun,
the beauty of this does stun;
adieu to the sinking red sun.

The absence of sun does chill
but for last glimmers, high on hill
which, sadly, the shade must kill
and all around me seems so still.

The glisten of dew on grass
gently dripping, as time does pass
whilst birds remain; bold as brass,
rivers reflect beauty none could surpass.

The skies subtle change of tone,
the great trees have so quickly grown,
the mix of colours, wind blown
all show me that we’re not alone.

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