Thursday, February 02, 2012

Dimming

From week long days
to day long years
encroaching grays
declining peers
and fear that preys
upon your tears—
eventide ever nears.

The sun grows cold
esteems will stall
no stack of gold
despite how tall
can ease the scold
when ravens call
as eventide begins to fall.

2 comments:

Heaven said...

I like rhyming words..and falling dimming eventide ~

rch said...

Yes it is a special time, darkness aside ;-)