At Days End.

Shafts of sunlight pierce my window,

blades of dust flicker across the floor,

luminosity deflected by swaying leaves,

shadows criss-cross over drooping branches,

as the sun dips below the horizon,

irradiations grapple over the advancing dusk,

swirling eddies of leaves trip the light fantastic,

clouds promenade lazily across my view,

the breeze heaves a hefty sigh,

as birds whisper through and through,

ready to roost and still their tired wings,

slowly the day draws it's final breath,

points of twinkling light framed in a sky of black,

dip and dance between darkened mist,

the aching weave disperses any doubt,

that the even-fall begins to claim the day,

sombrely moonshine casts down its silver thread,

a stillness settles upon the rapture of my mind,

as muscles seek to slumber careworn eyes,

finally enveloped in shadowed respite.

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pennyofheaven 5 years ago from New Zealand

Oh so very beautiful!! Thank you!

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Mark Psychedlic 5 years ago from Birmingham UK Author

Thankyou very much :)

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jenubouka 5 years ago

Remarkable poem, the words are so graceful, and the flow very pure.

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lostwithinmyself 5 years ago

Great poem sweetie, I wish i could write but i far too deep in depression to be even thinking about it. :( x

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