Dower a scrap of sunset with voiceA Poem by Laura E. ArandaThe sunset longs to become mortal, First lines of each stanza By Edgar Fawcett. Written for The Glosa poetry contestHow falls it, thou hast come to fly A wispy fading dream longing to try To become less fleeting than melting ice An ever dying inspiration sipping mortality's entice
Did some orange tulip, flaked with black Sing you a melody that got you off track Which rainstorm made you long to feel Rivers of sensations before them you kneel
Yearning toward Heaven until its wish was heard Lady Sunset cloaked with night, her mentalities blurred Came to Earth as one of us, consuming our sinful dust Hearing heartaches, her innocence birthed rust
Lady Sunset's folly went unheard Toil and grit became her weakly hue Nights came slowly as the newest sunset faded blue © 2008 Laura E. ArandaAuthor's Note
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Added on September 22, 2008Last Updated on September 22, 2008 AuthorLaura E. ArandaTXAboutOut beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. Rumi You can't wake a person who is pretending to be asleep. ~Navajo Proverb One of my favorite po.. more..Writing
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