Dark. A prism of black, colorless <br />Hues. The mortician emptying day <br />Ligh as the gravedigger buryies the <br />Sun. The Layman’s requium to <br />Yesterday. A dirge in twenty-four <br />Movements. All the mystics rejoice in night’s <br />Enigma. As lightning clouds move to the <br />East. This abiding fall birthing a <br />New so that times may never cease to <br />Endure. The camouflage clouds empty <br />Themselves. A gift to Earthly givers.<br /><br />Jeremy D. Grimes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-rain-4/
