It's a long way to twilight
With the day refusing to die.
The fiercely beating sun digging his heels in,
Dogged in retreat;
The stars and the moon bashfully hidden
Behind the veil of his blazing glare.
The sky cloudless, no impediment
To the spears of his incandescent beams;
The road, barren, tree-less.
Only the shrubbery of razor-sharp pebbles underfoot,
Kin to the cacti
Without even the saving grace
Of their greenness.
It's a long way to twilight
And the day refuses to die...
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 1:09 PM UTC
It's a long way to twilight
With the day refusing to die.
The fiercely beating sun digging his heels in,
Dogged in retreat;
The stars and the moon bashfully hidden
Behind the veil of his blazing glare.
The sky cloudless, no impediment
To the spears of his incandescent beams;
The road, barren, tree-less.
Only the shrubbery of razor-sharp pebbles underfoot,
Kin to the cacti
Without even the saving grace
Of their greenness.
It's a long way to twilight
And the day refuses to die...
