The Tattered Edge
Gold crafts Day in filigree
Dips each page of destiny
Gilds the edge of papyrus reeds
Bound upon the azure seas
Fire flickers; whispers, few
Bronze wipes tears with kisses, hues
Onyx casket; veils the view
Day, laid to rest in Prussian blue
Silver traces moonlight’s wedge,
Cresting Cosmos’ castle ledge
Spilling diamonds, beveled edge
Hope alights Horizon’s hedge
Phosphene stars form pillars, beams
Platinum shadows wake my dreams
Upon
the precipice, I lean.....
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