Day's final glimmering breath dances
against fragmented edges of twilight; crested,
and descending on mountain peak beds,
blinking through woodland filters, oaken bones
wilting with autumnal fire and marigold death
awaiting cold shards, white graves;
the sleeping dark born anew
between seams of eternal, discordant waltzes
ended, finished, and climaxed
a pirouetted twist brushing away horizons
painting heavenly luminescence
across shadow fabrics; night's symphony composed
midnight melodies made of silent strings
and echoes
of quiet things