The Tattered Edge

Gold crafts Day in filigree

Dips each page of destiny

Gilds the edge of papyrus reeds

Bound upon the azure seas

Fire flickers; whispers, few

Bronze wipes tears with kisses, hues

Onyx casket; veils the view

Day, laid to rest in Prussian blue

Silver traces moonlight’s wedge,

Cresting Cosmos’ castle ledge

Spilling diamonds, beveled edge

Hope alights Horizon’s hedge

Phosphene stars form pillars, beams

Platinum shadows wake my dreams

Upon

the precipice, I lean.....

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