See a paling skyway
leading where birds only know,
The sun holds its distance
Crimson rays are casting low,
Walking toward the dusk of night
as it's creeping slow.
Shadows stretching sideways
neath willow trees that bend,
Forever guiding closer
as day has reached an end,
Cover through with darkness
The night begins again.
See a moon peek over
glancing where, one never knows
While stars spark in-rhythm
to a song night's set aglow,
Sing until their tune fades out
and daylight hours show.
sinnaminsun 2009
Another great poem from you, I cannot keep up with them all my thanks..iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some beautiful images that you have made work well. I like the rhythm of it.