A short poem from me to you…

‘Last night’

By

Shelley India Dunn.

 

Crimson curtains close,

The CRACK of dawn,

Breaks the heart-shaped glass.

 

Endless echoes carried on,

The warm winds turn,

Birdsong into ASH.

 

The river and waters run,

RED and reflect,

The flames above.

 

Thunder rumbles low,

And HOT lightening reigns,

Over the thirsty earth.

 

Crumbling ruins seen,

Through the deep black fog,

Burn bright with every DROP.

 

A flash of silver and,

This artificial night,

Puts all the world to sleep.