The bird is black against the reddened sky
And hangs there, nearer than the just lost light,
Then fast wings home before the red does die
Accustomed to a less empurpled flight.
Thus light takes depth away when it's undone.
Bright color, for an outline, fades like dust.
The evening star, like hope, follows the sun.
And colder stars in darkness yield mistrust.
But darker still the stillness that I feel
Now that my thoughts to darkness have returned.
Though colorless, the world is just as real
When subtle colors cannot be discerned.
This my day became when light was gone
And darkness' colder furnishing put on.
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