Sporadic winds swim over the
Sea of concrete,
Churning the life away,
Sweeping the warmth of day
Away with the time.
Into obscurity, day’s blue
Escapes over the rooftops,
Fading the dying sunlight amidst
Blackening heaven lightly kissed --
A mist of dusk sublime.
The ultimate ember smolders, solitaire
Into the horizon,
Abandoning the night’s array,
Dying as do people; pray
A ray of life returns.
This was written in Sevilla, Spain, 1996.
I never knew you were a writer/poet! especially love to see this from our Spain days.
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