Return of the shadow – the poem

A day was hanging on

from the naked branch of

a torn calendar,

A zero watt bulb was

Waiting for the dusk to step

down from hanger.

Silhouette sun is there

And some burnt ash

Of crumbling memory,

For the past was little

Diluted of vision for tears

were flowing ebony.

Some empty crescendo

Engulfing my breathing

With white soft petals,

Seventh heaven was

Drifting the essence as

sense turned to crystals.

So much discord in the

Eternity to freedom

for agony herald,

A complete resonance

Without core at the

Day break for a stroke,

In the heart of heart

Known fact lies clear

No retort swells choke.

………………………………………………..

Heaven knew the truth

Go away dear

As much you hope,

Your shadow will return

To me for sure

when dusk will rope.

My arms will open wide

To embrace the

Tired shadow,

The zero watt bulbs will

Shine bight to climb

the furrow.

Death engulfed me

With petals of white crystal

When a day embraced

the dusk.

Life herald agony history

For death is

mesmeric mystery,

Sand watch tickled the

Crumbling ash of the

dusk to mingle with trance ebony.

Some sand and golden sun

Dinning and winning

As sense goes to change the

Calendar page !!!!!!