Portrait at dusk

When at dusk  my casement was flung open

Saw I a painter’s portrait

Black pillars stood erect

And  the cape from above,embraced

The  light sky,like a dying fire,slowly fades to navy blue

Almost hypnotizing a poet’s eyes,ere the stars bloom

The eyes gently shift from above to below

Where night  tenants gently add magic to the blackness


As I shift my eyes from this lovely delight

I find nature once again drenched in faint moonlight…..

Beauty in darkness




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