Omens

 

 

Omens.

 

I chased this evening evening's parade,

woven-framed patterns of

tin-foiled filigree, gilt-tied

to greenery's final attempt to beat fade.

 

I watched as light lightened pale sky,

viewed universe-fire display

night's birthing dance

turning black into starry-eyed silence.

 

I saw change changing ether-haze hue

to dusk-covered eeriness 

creeping round sickle-shaped  

moon-smile thru' dull-as-dust gloom.

 

I heard in day's goodbye goodbye's solo  

purple-trailed, scarlet-dyed, 

gold-streaked striped azure sung
 
in lunar duet with dark's rising crescendo.  

 

I knew tonight tonight's black feelings

 at sunset-divide, cloned-omens 

 from cauterized colours 

spoke to my waiting canvas so clearly.