Treasure Island

Jinge Norvall

(Bulawayo)

Day Divine, Night Sublime


Marshmallow clouds tinged with pink
Turquoise skies of endless blue
Golden joy, in sun 's warm praise
A day divine, celestial..
Brightest gold dissolves to gray
As evening veils the perfect day
Swift on velvet wings she comes,
Darkest purple, night sweeps in
Concealing remnants of golden day.
I mourn the joyous day until
I see arise amidst the gloom
Ethereal and beautiful
A glowing orb, the golden moon,
Queen of Night, arising
Reigning amidst the stars afire
Like myriads of fireflies -
Diamonds glinting on velvet cloth -
Evening's treasure chest on high.

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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