Dusk and I

It was a lonely dusk teeming with sough
When the dim pace siphoned away the sun
I pinned my hecticness on the sky dark blue
My palm floated in the viridescence green
And a dazzling wind craved for starlight

Strolling under the shadow of the day
In woods of melody, when the last light
Struck at the unparallel tracks
At my face, I saw
Twilight closed its arm
From restless sea tides, shaking
Silhouette of sand castles

Across the forest of blues
Where the travelers marked their buoys
Vast sea bursted
Whirling away a mile of maize
And a ton of muss
And I, I still buried my footprints
Beneath the sparkling stones
Hunting some beheaded flowers
And tugging with an army of ants

My pride and sorrow flew into
The clogging river of forgiveness
Diluted, like the dwindling horizon
Atop the darkened cradle of opacity
I witnessed a downfall of giants
A disgrace of front-runners
When the silent nigritude
Caught the upper hand, when
The untrimmed soul
dissolved in the milky welkin