The Fallen Sky

A meditation on the sunset led to a strange fiery piece about solitude

Brazen skies fall in flames and feathers

Casting heaven's remains upon vacant vale

Upon the shore of stagnant oasis

Sweeping scorched stretched deserted sands

Divine detritus drifting silently across

Oceans of sand where crumbled clotted

Suffered being marches timelessly

Dragging solitude in its solemn procession