the seeping surge of sunset fire,

 is again upon my face,

the morn’ , the day, the acumen,

 so soon to be erased,

a-buzz the humming strobes of night,

as they struggle to awake,

stammer sharp to show themselves,

emerged for weary’s sake,

with this the dimming dusk it brings,

cool caress it’s fevered child,

the drudge of one more passing day,

has tempered us and suits the mild,

posing nestled on this narrow perch,

held tight in moistened sways,

study sweet dissolving scenes,

as aches that fade away,