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Robert P. Anderson

Short Stories
- Once, King.
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Poems
- Sestina Of Night

Sestina Of Night (5 ratings)
         by Robert P. Anderson

Night falls above me, its crystals
Shining against the black velvet of eternity.
Before me, a fading sun gives glory
to the fleeting moments of a fleeing day.
Rosy fingers touch golden clouds, lending fire
to a remembered light, sliding into night.

I raise the ode to thou, o Night,
Your rich blackness a dark form of glory,
As myriad stars cast bright fire
to enshrine the light of day.
Smoke curls up from earthly flames, twisting into eternity,
its wispy arms stretching to entwine tiny crystals.

Arms raised, I can almost brush your crystals,
But I fear the captivating fire.
The stars flare still, as if for eternity,
though perhaps when the world turns its head, night,
with silken hands snuffs their glory,
Saving their brilliance for another day.

I gaze into twilight, reminiscing day.
My body is garbed in soft darkness, eternity
fluttering, a cape, while glory
looms overhead like a specter in the night.
Though they shine dimly, I see crystals
Piercing quilts of darkness with an everburning fire.

The chill of night betrays its fire,
Solemn blackness exuding glory.
Even so, as I walk and stare into night,
the everpresent tiny crystals
give the dark a hint of day,
their light shining into and enriching dark eternity.

I lift my eyes to meet the glare of eternity,
its hollow stare overwhelming me with night,
Burning into my soul with a chill fire,
the bitter warmth so removed from day.
I can still see, touch the tiny bright crystals
Which with a spak of life set the heavens aflame with glory.

I raise my head, my song, to you, O Night, blackness burning with glory!
If this fiery eternity is what they call night,
then I shall be blinded if I ever see day.


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