Dusk Lingers

Dusk lingers in the early days of summer.
Shades of blue in cosmic magnitude.
Sketched, an etching of the meant to be.
Hues of ever living color choose to enter here -
within a tense of warm and humid lingering.

The clouds become spectacular arrays.
Sprays of color blending, always blending,
in the essence of an other. Artistic touch
of variation, gathered into space and place
and yet the sense of time cannot be felt.

Shadows playing endlessly
within a mood of ever changing blue.
Light to dark, and then the moon
entices every star to shine
more brightly than it ever shone before.

Stardust falling down in streams.
Little imps, meandering -
hear their laughter whispering
within the ever-cooling wind.

And there - a star that shines so far from home -
shimmering within the indigo.
Ease your way to sleep and dreams.
Remembering the little things.

Dusk lingers in the early days of summer.
Shades of blue in cosmic magnitude.
All that anyone could ever need
to overcome a sullen attitude.

Awaken, and the world sings
of all the love that would
redeem your soul...

? Michaelette ?

6/20/2002
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