Eve of Solace
To where did the day’s glare sink
Offering in exchange
The eve of curative light
That cooling emergence of nightly glow
Soothing one’s unearned scars from duplicitous caresses
Evolving into razor-edged carvings
Beams of healing…
Lit from within by fledgling stars about to move about
Gifting youthful laughter to spark the darkness
Igniting the tool of a poet’s grief
Into epiphanies for the minds quill
Grounding swirls and straight lines of appreciation
Leaving behind its lessons
As nourishment
For stars yet to be born
Bequeathed by the eve of solace
A rather difficult piece to understand without knowing the underlying cause.
Ron
its proper place in a chorus of breathtaking beauty.