Sunday, July 12, 2009


A flame fell over the horizon,
Followed by livid lilac smiles
And the sun's salmon-shaded shadows.

A new king's coming.
The blue above bows,
bending to a darker hue.

Creatures concede his supremecy,
Closing their eyes
In reverence to his reign.

Lowered heads lie on sunset beds
And cool air claims the atmosphere.

This is the Night.
A diamond-crested crown on his brow
And Moon-jeweled septor across his lap.

He sits upon his throne an emperor,
Submitting only to God and a sunlit sky.

1 comment:

njackson said...

This poem is wonderful! And I will be able to say that I knew you when you did skits for Sunday Summer Camp back in 2009.