The day is spreading its arms <br />To receive a kiss of dark, <br />And with this embrace, <br />The two painters start to fight, <br />In their mystery, they collide... <br /> <br />Calmly at first, only a blue flirt, <br />More violently afterwards, <br />As the mauve appears, <br />The daylight seems to have surrendered, <br />But then, the slaughter comes, <br />And the bloody sky amazes our eyes... <br /> <br />A pure virgin pink <br />Seems to indicate a fragile kiss, <br />Twilight, dusk, I’d like to be <br />Ever trapped in your colors, <br />I would like to start painting <br />As my eyes are straying upon your face, <br />I want you to paint in my poetry, <br />Bring me inspiration, <br />The poet’s twilight! <br /> <br />The night is spreading its flowers <br />All through day’s shining hair, <br />Flowers of night, flowers of sleep, <br />The day is surrendering itself <br />To a blissful dark blue, <br />To a beautiful dream... <br /> <br />The stars are whispering: <br />“What is a poet, if not a sky? <br />The muse is the one who brings the shades, <br />The nuances, in that moment of deep liberation! ” <br />Twilight fades taking with it, my inspiration... <br /> <br />©Elya Thorn. Do not republish without permission! <br />Part of 'Dark Whisperings and Invocations'<br /><br />Elya Thorn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ever-changing-colors-of-the-twilight/
