dusk feelings

first poetry piece up on the blog! enjoy...

dusk feelings

melancholy hangs heavy in curtained cradle

ensconced in ripples of hazy horizon and clustered clouds

and lazy with the warmth of almost-breathed sighs

that run with the clouds and roll over my eyes.

a pale melon,

yellow,

hangs halfway down by a string

and he thinks he’s the sun,

luminescent iridescence all at once

it’s blinding.

im beginning to realize that my favorite skies

are purple

when the sun is blanketed beneath

sunken hues of pastel colored wine

that has spilled across the whole sky

tumbling in magnificent panorama.

i close my eyes but i can still see wine stains,

drunk on my own nostalgia and

getting by on past dreams and future memories;

serve the crumbs warmed with a glass of wine.