Fading Dance

Knotted fingers made of gray smoke,

choke the sunlight from weary eyes.

The sun drowns behind mountains,

always falling when doomed sleepers wake.

Muscle turns to sand and spills,

onto a cold floor, kissed by the night air.

Mind becomes a weary boulder,

on a faltering mountain covered in fog.

Forsaken by the light,

 in darkness, emptied hope walks alone.

Joys of the illuminated world

dance in fading memory.

. . .

Copyright © 2019 Zachary W. Gilbert

 

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