“Midnight”

The sunset sky,

was smothered,

in a blanket of

midnight-molasses…

A viscous backdrop,

against which,

nestled

vows, visions

and persistent prayers…

Saturated,

by worldly requests,

pouring, upward,

as, velvet treacle,

in defiance of

earthenware gravity.

Tears,

melifluous,

bittersweet,

with longing,

fell,

in covert cascades,

landing,

in the laps

of terra firma,

to be supped,

by hibernating seeds,

in need of

empathetic emphasis…

…in need of

dawn’s horizon,

to draw a line,

under the hours,

and the memories,

long, gone.

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