sunlight, our star’s golden rays
scattered by the mist in the air
and sliced by the ghosts of dead saplings
roses, withered and graying
their fragile veins magnified
by colonies of dewdrops
headlights
sweep the dimly lit landscape
they dance on dew-soaked grass
for an instant
and then vanish
as quickly as they appeared
starlight
that rare moment when
the sun and the stars
are suspended in harmony
a spray of stardust across a bleeding red sky
with voids of royal purple
a phantom half-moon
hovering in space
just barely visible
past the brilliance of the evening sky
the heat of the day
warms the pavement
after a brutal downpour
one of those beautiful storms
that seems like it will never end
and you’re not sure if you want it to
but it did end
and as the sun bakes the asphalt
the humid air becomes thick with the scent
the sweet, salty sensation
that leaves a bitter taste on your tongue
if heaven doesn’t have nights like this
then I never want to die
April 22, 2017 at 12:31 pm
What a lovely poem
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April 22, 2017 at 12:41 pm
Thanks a lot
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April 24, 2017 at 5:43 pm
Amazing imagery. 🙂
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April 24, 2017 at 5:54 pm
Thanks a lot
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April 24, 2017 at 5:55 pm
My pleasure. 😊
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May 17, 2017 at 4:12 pm
How beautifully this hangs off that last line. It made me go back and read the whole thing again. Nicely done.
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May 17, 2017 at 4:14 pm
Wonderful to hear such feedback
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April 22, 2017 at 2:48 pm
Thank u
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