Thursday, April 25, 2013


Night cradled day so gently,
as if to soothe its soul,
and croon the words of comfort,
as death took brightening hold.

There was within that moment,
as shadowed forms were drawn,
a bleeding of the sunshine;
life offered in new form.

The minutes clamoured tightly,
upon light's heaving back,
in honoured, hauled procession;
the sun set sail, close-tacked.

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