i know i see the sky
it empties out of me
its denim blue
bleaches out
and becomes the afternoon.

i sprinkle it with fallen ash
gray and somber now
the clever breeze
whistles through
announcing twilight time.

the darkness softly calls
to retrieve the waning sun
the breath of heat
burns my throat
as it passes down.


© Eliza Alys Young

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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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