Pallid Son


 Winds of change blow every day;

whirling gusts fashion horizon’s hues

Flaming colors tinge the dusking light;

tranquil luster lends sun’s setting views


Shadows whisper with wavered speech;

careening in silence as breezes sigh

Darkness follows with amber’s wane;

blackened velvet shrouds the sky


Kingdom of Heaven looking down;

slumbering children begin to rise

Twinkling specks of distant lights,

awakened slowly - the angelic eyes


Sapphires emit shimmering blue,

pallid son for twilight - called the moon

Clustered jewels blinking in the night,

less grains sparkle on a desert’s dune


Timely count of eternal sands,

numerous as ages for the land

Knowledge of unknown sums,

a trickle to the creation planned


Shining stars from high above,

infinite numbers of flickering show

Dustings across the vast universe,

changing winds rise - but never blow


Beneath the showers of endless glint,

eternal spirits born to Heaven’s might

Sifted sands through loving hands,

molds the children in God’s own light


Immortal souls from breath and dust,

each grain taken from celestial dunes

All destined to become - soft angelic eyes,

outshining a pallid son called the moon


© C.E. Vance


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SSmoothie's picture


The dusk to night is a special time as is dark to dawn there are many similar lines dusted throughout my poems so naturally I love it all! a natural affinity with your beautiful descriptions only mine arent as good! ;) ... Yet lol! Great write cheers SS

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cevance's picture

Thank you

Thank you for the nice comment. Just so you know--I've been reading some of your works also and I find them to be very enjoyable.