`Tis now the lantern of the day
Shall slowly start to slip away
To fall into a distant place
Beyond the earth and set in space
The closing of the day embrace
The sky ablaze with fiery glow
Reflected on the ground below
As shadows drift across the land
Like cloaks of darkness softly spanned
The clouds above yet strangely fanned
Then threads of silver light remain
Should e`er the fading day complain
Before the night shall chase away
The dying embers of the day
So turning all to steely grey
With shimm`ring fall of evening mist
`Pon glist`ning leaves by moonlight kissed
And eerie silhouetted spires
Against the backdropp of the skies
For ever now the sunlight dies
As evening steals away the glow
That lingers on the earth below -
Then she who shines with tender face
Upon the land bestows her grace
Then takes the heavens all apace
The trees are still, the birds asleep
All silent now, as growing deep
The day turns slowly into night
As with the fading of the light
And as all dreams shall now take flight
So gently close your eyes and rest
Sleep softly now at her behest
As night-time takes you to her breast
For he now slumbers in the west
I have read this poem over and over again, verse by verse - line by line - word by word - syllable by syllable; until it lingers into the darkness and softly sets into west. This is truely a literary; painted work of art.....
This is so beautiful... I stand in awe. Your words match the beauty of the sunset perfectly.
Wow! What a lovely sunset! A fantastic poem! ! A 10 for this!
Another beautiful picture you paint with your words. It flows effortlessly!
...Like having gone on a pleasant adventure. Very soothing. Enjoyed.
The east never meets with the west... When awoken - the east dawn is the best To fly to zenith to the golden sun at noon... The best - when the tired west sun in the evening brings you dreaming soon... ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was the most beautiful sunset ever, what a pleasure to read.