Twilight Horizon

Twilight Horizon

A Poem by Strife
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I wrote this while I went home after my first semester in college. This is what I saw

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My friend

I look onward

Into the horizon.

I can see it now

the gift of the Goddess

in its harmony

beyond the lights of the city street

pass the cold unwavering walls

the twilight horizon.

The sun has set

yet the light carries on

in its golden glory

reddening the clouds

pink in its seams

stitched with the evening sky

its light blue smile

meeting the blanket of night

 

All of this

under the moon

All of this

over the bitter winds

 

My friend,

are you watching this too?

My heart swallowed by darkness

under the moon.

If I yell

will you hear me?

© 2009 Strife


Author's Note

Strife
The computer I'm using is at the public library so I'm sorry if it looks weird. It's only supposed to be three stanzas.

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Beautiful, I feel like I could be there. Your use of imagery was well done. Very good! Great work :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is beautiful, and cosmic. It captures the night in its tranquility and
mystery.

These are wonderful lines: I look onward

Into the horizon.

I can see it now

the gift of the Goddess

in its harmonystitched with the evening sky

its light blue smile

meeting the blanket of night

These are words that are easily imagine as one closes their eyes.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


I love the vivid imagery! Great write man. Nothing really for me to say besides that you did a great job describing the skies just after the sun went down. Brilliant.

Posted 15 Years Ago


the sun and the moon are one.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Added on December 15, 2008
Last Updated on February 2, 2009

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Strife
Strife

McAllen, TX



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