Sky Blush

A few moments that came together into a short poem.

The green-blue blush of the western horizon is all that remains

Of the extinguished sun's glory.

In keeping faithful

Past the initial burst of light,

We see in the hazy remnant of dusk an aurora

Of ghostly figures dancing:

Celestial performers whose scenes transcend our perception

Of time,

And push distances flat

And infinite

Across the radiant screen of the heavens.

I would be such a dancer.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

[Irena]

Great poem! i especially love the part about ghostly figures and celestial performers
good flow and word choice
i like the description
overall good read(: