I find myself kneeling
at the edge of evening
watching the light sink deeper
into night time’s heavy weight parchment.
A blot of sun’s fading
song remains here and there
pushing through unexpectedly
at decreasing intervals until eventually
they are all subsumed
by indigo’s depth and only
a smattering trail of silver stars
remain upon the sky. I dip my brush carefully
into the gold and red,
paint Jupiter and Saturn
colliding underneath a sliver
of old moon. She is chasing the sun
but will never catch him.
If you listen carefully
you can hear her plaintive call -
the voice of the perpetually heartbroken.
#vsspoem
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