21 November 2005, 9:43 PM
Clouds are draped like glowing
Heather set ablaze by light of setting
Suns retreating swiftly toward Horizon
Slate advances
Rose recedes
I grieve this softening reprieve
Yet praise ascent of Moon and Stars
Keeping watch o’er all we are
All we’ve been
All we’ll be as wax and wane the suns
Of years to come
© 2005 Maria Stuart
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