There's something savory
Created in the air
That swishy twilight stillness
When the sun has disappeared
But light still floats among us
Like a haunt extending our day
Just a little longer
If only we believe in the light
Quickly being sucked away
Right over the sparkling horizon
It might revive and stay on
Mightent we clap for it?
Like a dying fairy
Add our breath and
Coax it back into life
The last embers of a fizzled campfire
What if we chased it as it
Passed out of the sky?
Like the butterfly that alights
Upon the fresh summertime
Meadows of our tired wintry minds
What would we find?
Could we catch the sunset?
Or would we be consumed by the chase?
Seeking this grand celestial lie
For that is the magic, the sun never sets
It only runs from its strife and desires
Eternally leaving them for the
Moon to watch over and cry for the
Gravity of such a collection of grievances
K.B. Silver
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This poem was written from the prompt: Something magical happens as the sun disappears over the horizon.
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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