Melancholy Baby

A technicolour blaze
burns the graceful
blur of black and
white to blue

Shadowlands beguile
the somnolent watcher
into dream and slowly
                                   finally
all is ended

Or is it

What ebon sky cannot
bedim flares ice-sharp
silver to the sky and
in that flash all life rejoins

It is not over
It is not done

It is not over
It is not
                done

© s rogers 2008

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