Damp clouds hang
Dusk is trapped
In the persistent afterglow
One a hero
The other a villain
Vagueness incarnate
Metaphor for the end
Why so serious, pre-night dim
When you're the calm
Before the sleep
Where I can harvest
The day's insight
Dreams to come
Through your after-light
Blight you are not
Though safely we must roam
As only a careful eye
Can see the dangers under sunless dome
Mysteries unsaid
Colors upturned
Pause the frenetic cycle
For a moment of balm
The death of a day
Ritual celebration
For a day would hate
Tears at the funeral
Especially when it can still peek out
Over the cloudy coffin's edge
And watch the mourners or dancers
See it out of the picture
Roman Ryan 