The Canvas of Alpenglow
On yesterday’s hills,
The alpenglow of
sunset
Radiates like
molten gold;
Yellow, orange,
red
A flurry of
colours
Dance in the mountains’
fold
For a brief
moment,
Just after sunset
Bleached are the
colours all,
A sheen of white wraps
the hills
And gold turns to
silver
In the whitewashed
evenfall
If you ever lose
your way
Or get drunk
In the melancholy
of your fortitude,
You have
permission
To return to that
argentum,
TO that broken
interlude
In that last dash of
daylight
When the sun is
already lost
You will find the last
lines
Of our songs of
day
Still humming with
the tunes
Of rhododendrons
and mountain pines
But to your surprise
You will find them
unfinished
They were never
really done
Deliberately left lacking
That one day, you return
To write what you couldn’t
learn
Racing against
time
I know for sure
You can finish the
song,
Perfectly wrapping
What we started
But stranded ago long
You will finish
The unwritten
lines
Paint the canvas
white,
But don’t get
surprised
If after all of
this
The skies don’t bathe
in light
They were never supposed
to:
These are the Gods
We could neither
win or fight,
But that you and I,
lost wherever
Are not scared anymore
Of the dark of blinding
night…
18th
October 2025
(Cover Image: Deviantart)
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