A time settles
On all.
Never before seen,
A time endless as the sky,
That is to rain darkness and beauty.
An image reflected in the sky,
Of the masterpiece it creates on the ground below.
New shades endangering the next night.
The heavy threat of clouds,
That darken the sun.
The masterpiece prevails over this cloudy day.
Is this a matter of be-beauty?
For there will be—
An imminent image of red,
Drowned out only by a new day.
Again, at a time—
Endless.
Reconstructed out of Autumn Dusk
