Worlds Apart

The plump orange in the sky
Ripens and tumbles down the horizon
As the frosty dark strays across the skies
The glimmering waters, a soft scarlet
Numbing the energy of the oranges
To a pale blue, of lifelessness.

I dwell in the dusky realms of twilight
My worn eyes, gently resting in peace
As the flawless skies lovingly cradle
The glistening dark, soft as a whisper

The lake of voices unheard,
Where treasures, left unearthed
Of stories, left unrelished.
When bustling cacophony of daylight,
Is hushed, buried in silence.

When the immature howls of man
Wear off and die, in the troubled day air
Man, like an infant, seeks refuge
In the loving arms of Morpheus
As he revels in innocent bliss
Tightly wrapped in love and warmth

Man, the child of earth
Mewling sleepily in oblivion,
Some, ripping his woes and troubles
Full of wishes and wants, sans reason.
Most break free of this gloomy spell
While some never do.

As the golden streaks of daylight
Pierce the sky of energy and joy
The sharp cry of the mynah
Rips through the crisp twilight air

Like water slaughtering the heat of flame,
Or rather fire hungrily licking the droplets.

While the milky diamond of twilight,
The warm dollop of joy and day,
Clutching their arms in woeful departure,
Plant a kiss of goodbye.