Last sunset

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In the west the sun is sinking,

Turquoise sky soaks up the light,

In the east first stars are blinking.

 

Red cloud billows, day’s blood drinking,

Smothered by the creeping night,

In the west the sun is sinking.

 

Flying home, their safe world shrinking,

Mirror lake reflecting bird flight,

In the east first stars are blinking.

 

Shutters barred and door chains clinking,

The shadows banned by candle bright,

In the west the sun is sinking.

 

The dead are still, they have no inkling,

Lay their ghosts with murmured rite,

In the east first stars are blinking.

 

In the vaults dark coins are chinking,

Buying blindness to our plight,

In the west the sun is sinking,

In the east first stars are blinking.

Five photos, Five stories Challenge: Day Four

A NASA photograph today, not mine of First Stars. This kind of thing makes my mind boggle. Same rules apply:

1) Post a photo each day for five consecutive days.
2) Attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction, non-fiction, poetry, or a short paragraph. It’s entirely up to the individual.
3) Nominate another blogger to carry on the challenge. Your nominee is free to accept or decline the invitation. This is fun, not a command performance!

My nominee is Nat Hall, the Nordic Blackbird.

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Light falls faint from first stars,
So far away, so long dead,
Dark and cold before ever we were born.
Light held in space, aeons old,
Falls into my hands,
With a scattering of dust
And the tinkling music of the night.