Dusk

Evening setting;
Orange robes
Scatter twilight
As a Mystic Saint;
The sky is a
Musical
Painting—
A stained glass
Of lyrical poetry;
Muses float in the sky—
Their dance a
Rhythm of pulchritude—
Beauty lies as an oasis
I watch the even fade
As Night’s
Sepulcher.

Disappointment

The heart
The cozy mountain
Has withered;
Icicles pound
A cataclysmic
Rhythm,
The veil of
Flesh has
Lost its
Fragrance;
The beauty of
Life lost to dust……
Dark caverns
Pollute the mind
And tear the pleasant
To strips of bark;
Is the tree
Nourished by life dead?
The bard
Sings for
Better times
Ahead.