FINE NITE

A poem about nothing lasting for ever.

IT WAS A FINE NITE

 

                                    STARS BURNING BRIGHT

 

      THROUGH THE FADING DARKNESS OF THE DEATH

 

      OF NITE

 

ANCIENT SEA FLOOR NOW A DESERT BE

 

WITH CACTI, LIZARDS AND DECAYING TREES

 

ROCKS CRUSHED TO SAND THEN DUST

 

BLOWN TO AN EVAPORATING SEA

 

BIRDS FLYING ANCIENT ROUTES EVOLVING THROUGH

 

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AS CONTINENTS MOVE UNDER THEIR WINGS

 

MORNING EMBERS OF FIRE DISSIPATE NIGHT

 

 INTO DAWN’S LIGHT

 

 COLD DARKNESS SLOWLY RAVAGED BY

 

THE DESTRUCTION OF A STAR

 

WHOSE RAYS NOW DESTROY THE

 

                                                FINE Nite

 

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Such an extraordinary drift into another place where history twirls on its own axis and time becomes .. a disappearing dot in space and mind.

[roarke]

It was a fine nite.... witty. You've been star gazing again. It's funny, how if you start looking at the stars long enough, especially if you can see the galaxy and all it's details clearly, that you begin to forget about the earthly presence. Your thoughts tend to be drawn up in the cosmic. The mortal importance of things seems to diminish...
Keep looking up Z.