Orange starburst Sun
sinks away
to deep magenta fire line,
splitting a neon blue horizon
from the perpetually rolling black.
The day has ended.
The night has come.
The wind becomes a whisper
and the trees chatter away
in long forgotten languages
eons old.
The Moon rises high,
shining like a silver dollar.
Holding court in the sky,
a house of stars
and a planet of subjects.
The darkness deepens
as the Moon waxes
and then wanes,
creating spaces
for even darker shadows.
The still air
makes every sound
an alarm
and every unseen movement
a wild thing.
Cold sets in,
and the black fist of night
flexes its grip.
An endless sea of stars
spills for a moment
into the eye of the watcher,
before finally,
the spell is broken
by a golden glow in the east.
It grows,
imperceptibly at first,
but it soon
chases the darkness West.
In time,
bright, neon magenta
burns a line
that pulls a clear, blue sky
across the firmament.
There will be
no residue of night,
or dawn,
or dusk remaining;
only an endless blue,
deep as the light goes.
HG – 2019
