“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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