This quiet eve
When the sparrows have ceased their songs
When the city has hushed its citizens to restful sleep
When the white sands of the coasts of the afternoon horizons
Are engulfed by the blue seas of the evening
Life stares at me in the eye
Night approaches,
But it is but prologue to an exuberant dawn
Night is a clumsy trick of the eye
The sun is still there
Waiting
Your dawns are inevitable
Your sunrises are permanent
The light will stay still in your skies, child, and dance merrily
When you defy the lies of the sunrises and sunsets
Because there is neither
The sun is always there
Waiting
Beyond the laughing days and tearstained nights
Waiting
YOU ARE READING
Earthrise Poems
PoetryThe first poems of a writer inspired to poetry by T. S. Eliot. Dedicated to all the beautiful people living on Earth right now.... And to its Maker.
