The bleeding sun
Spills into the night
Like a bath of crushed
Rose petals.
This every day eclipse
Of love and hate,
Dark and light,
Day and night,
Quieting the house
Until as shadows descend
It shivers again.
Nocturnal creatures
Creep from the deep
to live ‘neath
the light of
the faltering stars.
And she shivers there
In her corner of the night
Wrapping thin words
Like a blanket ‘round her heart.
This child of the eclipse
Of love and hate,
Dark and light,
Day and night,
Keeping no home but
The place where
The bleeding sun
Spills into the night
Like a bath of crushed
rose petals.
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