Gone the dwindled light of day
Wrested from my megre time,
Lost to restlessness of soul
Theiving inattention's find.
Diverted from the sunset glow
Diverted from the satin air,
A moments crass diversion lost
To innattention's small despair.
A moment from a busy day
Where tumult and confusion find
Exhaustion as the sun descends...
To respite sought within my mind.
Alas the moment passed me by
The folds of satin night descend,
A cup of tea is quietly poured
In waiting for the dark pall's end.
Marshalg
In velvet twilight.
28 August 2012
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 2:03 AM UTC
Gone the dwindled light of day
Wrested from my megre time,
Lost to restlessness of soul
Theiving inattention's find.
Diverted from the sunset glow
Diverted from the satin air,
A moments crass diversion lost
To innattention's small despair.
A moment from a busy day
Where tumult and confusion find
Exhaustion as the sun descends...
To respite sought within my mind.
Alas the moment passed me by
The folds of satin night descend,
A cup of tea is quietly poured
In waiting for the dark pall's end.
Marshalg
In velvet twilight.
28 August 2012
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