At sunset - an attempt at compline

Written several moneths ago - again still not sure may be work still inprogress

            

 

                       Evenings are a muted time

                       Possessed by the reflective airs

                       Which after day’s heat, dance

                       Thoughtful with the diurnal muse

                

                        A muted ritual of farewell

                        Offered to the safe sun

                        Who aching red eyed adieus

                        Across the valley’s soft distance

 

                       And the bright morning dew

                       After muddles of mismatched words

                       And fraughts of afternoon’s searing

                       Survive as expectations faded thrill

 

                       To salve - the evening lotion

                        Read the book of change 

                        This massage of twilit balm

                        Eases bruises of day hectic

                        Listen - the day stills - quiet

                         An obscure gauze of hush

                         Lullabies soft retiring birds

                         As bats flick the eye

 

                         Here with the shadows stretch

                         Nut from the eastern edge

                         Spins stardust from her distaff

                         And weaves the milky way

 

                         By her nights secret transport

                         Will order the daily tangles

                         And at the sunrise unload

                          A bound folio of narrative

 

                          Look the sun has gone

                          Evening is a Tudor echo

                          Lighten my darkness I implore

                          Defend me from nights perils

 

                          My chair scrapes the concrete

                          The indigo cool of dusk

                          Does not hear I leave

                          Shut the door of day

Author's Note

This imagery is intensely personal might seem obtuse