An Ode to Black Skies


The tranquil shades

Of tragedy—

Soft comes the night

Soft goes the light

A sharp slide of a sliver

Into the inner eye
I’ve forgotten more slow sunsets 

Then I’m likely to see now til then
Out comes the sunlight 

One last moment before the setting

How these storms make it blush

All those shades words won’t touch

That final lovely hush—

And again, black makes all the other colours shine

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