The Mantle Goes Down Poem by Dante' Camerlengo

The sun ain’t up,
It shines pink and indigo;
It was red and orange
Just a half hour ago,
But now it’s fading to peach,
Or maybe navy-
Lighter in spots
Where the clouds are not.
Green is the crest,
And in days recent
This ones the best.
Tonight I will faint,
Tomorrow I’ll paint,
Tomorrow’s break of day
I’ll color more words I say.
But right now it’s definitely...
Navy,
Or could you call it black?
It’s hard to tell
With the lights in the back,
A lamp post here,
An airplane there,
Other than that
Its pure black.
Except for the green
And gun metal gray
It’s damn near
Another day.
And now the night
Has grown quiet.
The stars have come out
To play about
As I count
Their endless number
And slip into
My slumber.