Night comes softly over the horizon, Immersed in his indulgence, Inherited by the Day long since Spent tempting the dark with Sunshine. Day giggles out her Song, Winks once before slipping past His fingertips, almost tenderly touched As the Night whispers to the moon his Orison.
A nice glimpse at the relationship between day and night, watch your adverbs, you have two between eight lines. The last line brought this one home, beautiful, been a long time since I seen the word Orison. Well Done, James.
I am a writer, philosopher, and educator living in the great state of Texas. I have taught high school English for 15 years and just recently began to pursue a lifelong dream of writing. My works incl.. more..