Transition Point for Bro Salvatore

Poem in rhyming quatrains

 

Transition point

 

The Sun as if reluctantly

 sinks to the surface of the sea.

At meeting place of sea and sky,

 a focal point which draws the eye.

 

Every shade of red that’s known

to man and some to God alone.

Were displayed in the western sky

As though determined to deny. 

 

Approaching night its victory.

Then darkness fell quite suddenly

The reds transforming completely.

To dark blue lightened by the glow.

 

Of stars appearing one by one.

The last vestige of daylight gone.

The world below lay silently

 an air of hushed expectancy.

 

A moment of serenity

 which soothed my soul, enraptured me.

This spell was only broken by

the moon arising in the sky.

 

4-Sep-08

 

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