A quiet moment at day’s end with a strange, familiar weight — the sky unravels into its darker self.
Before the Stars Arise
The evening’s curtain is half drawn
Long shadows spread across the lawn
The hessian horizon resembled the Dawn
As the hazy sky turned a colour fawn
Meanwhile, the bronze clouds groaned and yawned
As though they’d been wrongfully spawned and pawned
Then the world’s breath grows taut and thin
And the approaching darkness folds us in
Let the music carry the last light a little further into the evening.
Ivor Steven © May 2026
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