Midnight Equilibrium

The precipice of change.

Day's final glimmering breath dances

 

against fragmented edges of twilight; crested,

 

and descending on mountain peak beds,

 

blinking through woodland filters, oaken bones

 

wilting with autumnal fire and marigold death

 

awaiting cold shards, white graves;

 

the sleeping dark born anew

 

between seams of eternal, discordant waltzes

 

ended, finished, and climaxed

 

a pirouetted twist brushing away horizons

 

painting heavenly luminescence

 

across shadow fabrics; night's symphony composed

 

midnight melodies made of silent strings

 

and echoes

 

of quiet things

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i can picture all of this in literal fashion...while thinking figurative at the same time...life and its noise...and then the quiet in the end...but the echoes of the life remain.

j.

[Damien Ridge]

This was well crafted, a piece of art. My favorites line(s) "painting heavenly luminescence across shadow fabrics; night's symphony composed, midnight melodies made of silent strings" Really good use of words to paint a beautiful picture I can almost hear. Thanks for sharing!