Sparks fly in the dying light
and the setting sun and brightening stars
in the darkening night.
Matches lit and flints struck
on the grinding plate of frightened minds
chanced upon by luck.
Charcoal eyes of shadows dullen
while the the moons glow slighting sight
and the heart stays quietly sullen.
Inflamed by the start rewaking
and on the distant shores of tightened life
bonfires burn for the taking.
Searing scars of violent fray
confronting in the face of spiting blows
awaiting in the darkness it lays.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]
