An angel set the sky ablaze
With an orb of crimson fire—
The smoke that rose was a purple haze
That spread o’er the flaming sky.
Then black was the night, like ashes
Remaining after so long a kindling.
And here and there in tender dashes
Were ember-stars, pale and cold-appearing.
I saw a new angel glide down
And set the moon, like a candle, in the air—
The moonbeams, like a mother’s gown,
I cling to in my memory.
And the warmth of the fire that burned the night
Warmed the hearts of those like me.
And the moonlight lit our hearts with a light
That can only be named as joy.
I really like this poem paige, geat flow. well done. Kind regards Ann
Paige, wonderful imagery of a sunset in all its glory lovingly displayed here. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. Hugs David
Not bad at all. Your vision of nature is much like Wordsworth. More abstraction would set it off as a very good poem. Some alliteration would make it flow. You, my friend, show potenial as a really good poet. Keep on trucking. Jimmer
That's beautiful, Paige. You've got some talent at a very young age. Good for you! Another '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn
Wonderful descriptive poem about sunset, well done 10 Lynda xx
This was so beautiful, i loved it sooo much! You are very talented and I hope you continue writing. H&K's Jessica (:
Really lovely. It flows naturally and well and you have got some fine imagery there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paige I really enjoyed this poem and should there be any way that all the metric verses were as powerful as the first four I couldn't have endured the beauty