Sonnet Of Twilight Poem by Matthew Henning

Veils of gold pulled 'cross the black of heaven
Weep warm summer rain on meadows of green
Caustic memories wander and beckon
Shattered hearts and empty souls fill the scene
Forgotten music swells empty venues
Words of a poet are lost to the breeze
This twilight oasis can leave a bruise
on your soul, and more your heart it can seize
beasts of greed, lust and sin are falsely garbed
as heroes, role models, and plastic gods
This time between dark and light holds the barbed
truth, that proves the world we live in is flawed.
Light and Dark, both sides of a coin obscure
A masterpiece of black and gold allure.