The Setting Sun
Melds the horizon .
As,moistened eyes,now mist my vision.
I've forgotten,most ...of what I've seen.
While daylight hints, of fresh delights.
Tis' the darkness of the night.
Whose somber song......
Reeks, death's melodious, tones.
To steal away......
Souls ...
Before the dawn!
Giajl © Jim Love