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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