Date Posted:20:06:34 05/27/01 Sun Author: tim Subject: the missing dusk pt 1
Dusk
Tips of the trees aflame
From the torch of the afternoon sun
As I split into two, away from the water
And the free embers dance my way from the fire
Now
The tips of my shoes
Confuse the pale dusklight hues
As they touch the mirror plane water
And the ripples become and the stars steal the sun
As the night is ushered to power.
