goodnight colours

the colours of the sky
are grey
and red and blue
and rosy hued

old-man’s-beard-ed cloud
looks just like
it’s waiting
for the hand of god
to reach out
and down
to touch me

one by one
the lights
are fading into night

one by one
the colours
before they go

good night

good night
to the shades
of an evening palette

the dark must come
but it can’t replace them

© Frank Prem, 2017

March 2017 Poem #4: sleep and dance

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