1996

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Midnight flies on dark wings of legend —
Leathery whisperings of mystery and myth
Reach the casual ear with
An ease surely focused and meant
For a deliberately planned end.

Dawn battles in the golden armor of glory —
Raging lion-like; inordinately proud
Of his sequential triumphs taken daily
Upon cold Midnight's body and shroud,
Yet so easily muzzled by a humble cloud.

Twilight bathes in beatific serenity —
Secure and content to allow others
The honoring of the glory that is hers —
Inexorably gentle, the beauteous matron is she
Who silently strangles the day so Night may be.

© 1996, Aaron E. Brown

…Cycle…

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Down by the sea -
You and me.
Listening to gulls cry -
Watching waves birth and die.
There is no Meaning here,
But Reality is near.

Back in Reality -
You and me.
Listening to bums cry -
Watching cities birth and die.
There is no Peace here -
And Oblivion is near.

Out in Oblivion -
Me and no one.
Listening to ghosts cry -
Watching worlds birth and die.
There is no Life here -
But Rebirth is near.

Back by the Sea -
You and me.
Listening to gulls cry -
Watching waves birth and die.
There is Reality near -
And the Cycle is here.

© 1986, Aaron Brown