How Poem by soren Barrett

How can you walk away from a glorious day?
It was filled with musk from the approaching dusk
It was so bright with growing light
'Twas night with insidious fright

Beams of light warming transforming
By darkness hidden, terror ridden
So calm, full of balm
Griping black hold of cold

Infant day's glisten morning christen
Rain's flood births mud
Can you walk away from a perfect day?
In the shade you made I'll stay