The Red Sunrise
It is a red sunrise that speaks of its faults to me,
All day my thoughts seep into its blood like eyes──
the vision of the sun drawn to a close.
Red is the sun’s rays as it clothes me in its scorching embrace,
The blackness of the dying star kills my very soul──the aura of the fading glow so crimson.
I was wrong at that time when I paused to drink the red wine of this ecstasy,
I was demented, but now I’m fine & just one thing I remember──
in the red speckles of this red robed fire flare.
King of my blood red heart & serpent of my kingdom beneath a setting moon,
The holler is the sound of pain & the hour is dawn──the air is turning the dust of Adam’s dark force to a taint of simple red.
This is the last sunrise of the geoid that twirls itself around my flaming eyes so bloody,
The red is hope & yet so untimely──join in the fiasco of these lines imprinted in our last day break.
The sun of Ra is dying & the oceans have sunk our stone edifices back to the core,
Yet I live on one forgotten sea shore with a bleeding eye──counting days in the darkness of the cosmic night.
Copyright 2014 Fiza Pathan
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