The Mourning Sun Poem by Antony Waller

The sinking sun slowly slips her skirts

Of flaming orange and blushing reds

In seductive curtsey to the ending day

A paramour’s wiggle in a twilight sky

Her finger warm upon the lips of dusk

Ere the cloak of night unfurls

And hides her softly smiling face

These two lovers shall never meet

Nor feel the passion of keen embrace

Her wooing rebuffed by coming night

For darkness wears a hidden face

And yearns for the hand of virgin dawn

A femme fatale to caress in shadows

Beneath a silent waning moon

Oh shining mistress of the sky

This night is not for you