Sunday, July 3, 2011

Dusk

I dream in numinous mist of cushioned clouds
Resplendent in pinks and oranges.
As the sun leaves them
They blush in their ardor
For the approaching night
With its dark perfume
Is their lover.

Enveloping each one, wrapping it
In darkness
Buoying each
Until the moon’s eye beckons.

And obediently,
They come into silver stream,
Softened-
By a lover’s touch.

Copyright/All rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011

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