Night returning bows beneath the starlight.
Grows to enrapture the sun’s departure.
Its journey proceeds meanwhile curtains
close by degrees of shadow retrieval.
Draped across the window veils of silk
Is the sky itself and its great power
To magnify everything by its glow
A fire within the flame’s open heart.
Platter of heaven, elaborate art,
Placed on the Temple altar of mercy
Truth is the source of all mystery
It flexes at the start of the evening.
As though a dream beginning to happen.
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