goodnight, my western sky

Frank Prem

every evening the sun
speaks to the western sky

 

goodnight
goodnight dear host
I will leave you
colour

 

I will paint you red
I will gleam in yellow
I will take the shading away

 

you
brilliant in white
before you fade to sleep
beneath the pinpoint stars

 

then tomorrow
I will return

 

tomorrow
will be a day of gold

 

so until then
goodnight my dear western sky
look for me to shine
when the morning comes

 

and the day
is new begun

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 3rd, 2017 00:10
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 16
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  • Michael Edwards

    A beautiful write Frank and perfectly expressed - love this piece - into faves.

    • Frank Prem

      Delighted you enjoyed it so well, Michael. Some things are a touch ethereal and worth trying to pin down in some way.

    • orchidee

      Lovely write Frank.

    • Louis Gibbs

      Only a true poet could listen in on the sun speaking to the sky. Good ease dropping here, Frank!

      • Frank Prem

        Hey Louis. Someone has to listen in to these things. A little voyeuristic, I confess - especially in these times, but sometimes it is necessary!



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