Now be the dawn of another setting sun,
The scorn, like waves, roll quietly.
A hush,
Picturesque pastels consume the mind discreetly.
Fondling their way into the secluded catacombs of memories
Driving all facets of coherent thoughts
Sideways,
Masked as thoughts of sanity.
Beset by the falling darkness,
Light breaks through the shadows,
Sparkling against the sky,
Dancing in the leaves of prevalence
When
Through the mist of twilight,
Thrusts a naked thought.
Dwelling within the times abound;
Nigh the strength to hold is taught
Shallow shades,
crawling against the stained memories,
Held deep in shadows cold.
Eyes see not the crimson light,
Through visions of solemn flickering flame bold.
Pressed in shimmering halos
From whence truth and lies became
Yesterdays
And the years become entwined.
Occasions when we did not have the lust
For subtle wine to blame.
