Fay Slimm.

Battle.

 

 

 

Battle.

 

Settling mysterious glow on late
sky\'s afternoon show
Phoebus hazily parts blown veils
on early twilight\'s face
by pushing her fading round bulk

between striated dusk.

Rays beat moon\'s rising attempts
to end day and outpace
dying light\'s race by interference
when sun shines again
from behind each vestige of grey

and shoulders out haze.

Desiring to taste more this defiant
spread of victorious
display as empty beach beckons
I drink shades of linked
battle between daylight and dark
to bid blue apt goodbye
and in finalé I fancy moon winks

at stars as old Sol sinks.