A fitting introduction to this blog....
The Golden Hour
In the emptied sieve of afternoon
Poured away into the rays and beams that drift
I find
Lovelier than all treasures
A sheen of the Divine
That casts a gleaming cloak and a burning scepter;
Fueled by last moments and enveloping ties, lingering
Offering
The candle to the eye of dusk.
This, tasted bitterly in leaving
But sweetly for its bronzing beauty
Escapes the glass.
Touch quickly, for we strain our eyes
At the last sands
Of the Golden Hour.
8/24/10
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