Posted by MFish

The days appear like serpentines,
sculpted, as if, from brass
as the nights, black curtain of darkness,
falls around us.
The moon's faint beams, of sadness,
begin to fill the voids,
except for shadows of darkness
staying the coming dawn.
Great rays of brightness, leaps from
the rising sun
and once more it is morning and
a new day has begun.