Fay Slimm.

Omens.

 

Omens.

 

I chased this evening
evening\'s fade, pattern-framed
silver tin-foiled filigree
tied to grey-as-granite mountains.

I watched tinted fate 
wave farewell, viewed night\'s
ballooning planet parade
fired from dark-as-starred silence.

I walked under change
of ethered hues, dusk-mooned 
sickle-upright, orb-faced, 
smiling thru\' dull-as-dust gloom.

I saw in sun\'s goodbye
sundown-azured, purple-trailed 
mourning-dyed, pale-bright, 
sunk below a real-as-clear halo.

I conquered tonight 
midnight-demons, rocketed love,
forgot grief as star-divined
good-as-new omens I see above.