Legacy II How bright this deathly autumn eve While artificial twilight clings To cloak the city everywhere With reigning terror, broken dreams. The high horizon's northern line, In minutes past a wave of spires, Embraces Death in its last dance And sinks into his sea of fire. I stand in dusky solitute, October breathing low and chill, And watch the distant blaze that leaps To ride the winds of wayward will... As sudden, swift, these visions fade, Replaced are flames once fierce and bright; Another gentler vision fills My dusky solitude tonight: Horizons lighted everywhere, Far church spires ring their vibrant tune; Across the city lights ablaze-- Octoberfest beneath full moon. No longer driven by war winds The fire of life now casts its glow To clothe the city everywhere With dreams of wonder, each to know. (C) 10-17-95 Charles Sielert csielert@psd.k12.co.usBirth sign: Not entered
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