PAD Challenge Day 28: fade to black

PAD Challenge Day 28: Write a color poem.

fade to black

I love watching the sun 
go down for a nap
Can't hear it snoring 
or groaning
No sleep talking, 
fighting or apnea

Just a one way mass of 
spinning without interruptions
Imaginary gyrations along 
Earth's revolutions
With nothing and no one 
to stopwatch its time zones

One hour in the 
mirror of the ocean 
to birthing silhouettes to
living and non living things. 

One minute the eye 
of God within a cloud
Stretching crepuscular rays 
of heaven down on us

One second bashfully 
or inquisitively peeking 
behind one or many clouds 
making cotton candy skies

Then comfortably offering
a sheet of oranges 
we can't peel and taste
Taking all of the day's light blues
and the city's dark blues with it

Quickly fading into black
Reminding me of the
visible and naked eye light 
Hosted by my very own 
shade of midnight

D'ElegantOne 


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