A New Day to Come

Luminous hours sunder, as dusk aligns in. Gratis spirits straggle, suiting night tides begin.
In advance of shadows, the alleys and crowd, essences now jaunting, lust for patent aloud.
Burly rolling wisps, perspiration- ample the air, this lightless ness with breaths fleetly, as if no occasion to spare.
Clamor of sunlight brio, slothful it will rid- exposing variant entity, that past tense stored hid.
Hearths now resolved, daintily aglow- the incense of their remainder, marrying breezes that blow.
Swaddled in their contentment, the innocent dream away, as nightfall concludes to commence a new day.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

You paint the day marvelously...:).................

[Jack...]

I stood mesmerized by twilight so long the sun rose. Beautiful work here.