she is the bright of sun in the last light of day,
turns the sky blood-red in her struggle –
does not sink until the end of the fray.
and yet, this light goes untamed still, somehow, someway,
alive even in the night;
for after all,
hers too is that borrowed gleam of moonrise.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
she is the bright of sun in the last light of day,
turns the sky blood-red in her struggle –
does not sink until the end of the fray.
and yet, this light goes untamed still, somehow, someway,
alive even in the night;
for after all,
hers too is that borrowed gleam of moonrise.
