English And Sicilian Quintain For The Sunset Poem by Marieta Maglas

While the red butterfly melts its wings
Within the new, bright red poppy chain,
The pink, gray cloud of the sunset rings,
In the blue, sad sky, the light rays.
They are almost thrown in bloody pain.

The leaving sun abandons the sky
For some hours, and like the crickets crawl,
The whispers of the leaves mean goodbye,
While the coming night is a dark hole
Looking at the moon with a black eye.

The sun and the moon find synergy.
Light hits the regolith on the moon,
But with helium fusing energy,
Night makes the moon look like a balloon,
Or like a swathe of a big cocoon.

Much more, as the thoughts swaddled in words,
Or as those souls needing divine love,
Are the feathers of the Holy Birds
In that rain with drops of divine globes
Falling for sending new love rewards.

Like the rain with drops of human spheres,
Pouring up to Him, when they can hook
Up the falling souls that disappear.
The reverse arch gets a killer look.
And provides a fragrance of deep fear.

Their waves are liquid to drain inside
Us, or to meet at infinity.
They are like the dark rays in pure light.
The Lights are rays of the Trinity.
Dressed in black it seems to be the night.


Poem by Marieta Maglas