At the setting of the sun.
Rich this hour with precision arrayed,
a banquet of beauty in wonder displayed.
Hasten, evening's coloured patterns ply
a mystique and ever changing sky,
fanned by the flames of day's sweet play,
the crimson-painted canvas steals the sun away.
An embroidered pageant of golden waves that die
shall close to relinguish its bright ebamelled eye,
with fading light, time serving, subtle heaven use
to create the bouyant atmosphere of twilight hues
with coloured fragrance of evening's expance;
invite radiant joys that with extravagance dance,
such furnace passions, this exquisite fire
reflects life's beauty, that with tears shall expire
to time's unrelenting, fast quickening pace.
In trust, our eyes may kiss tomorrow's face,
but, should destiny's hand my hour so chose
within these closing rays my breath to lose,
happily so, for I've savoured what's rare,
the freedom of birth in England's cherished air.
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Posted: Jun 2012
About this poem:
If we were to chose the setting of our life, would it not be at sunset?
Comments (12)
by: reguiny2006
Rich this hour with precision arrayed,
a banquet of beauty in wonder displayed.
Hasten, evening's coloured patterns ply
a mystique and ever changing sky,
fanned by the flames of day's sweet play,
the crimson-painted canvas steals the sun away.
So Very Beautiful Reguiny..... Sunsets I agree...
Are- Breathtaking; Hugs- Livy x
but, should destiny's hand my hour so chose
within these closing rays my breath to lose,
happily so, for I've savoured what's rare,
the freedom of birth in England's cherished air.
Another beautiful poem I missed.
A masterly journey into sensory appeals. There is just something so poetic about sunsets...maybe that time of quiet reflection after the hustle-bustle of the day.
This is fine poetry with superb use of metaphor. The narrative cannot be faulted. An enjoyable read.
Regards
Bill