Ballad of Last Light

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The sun is tangled
In my prayers for sunset
It doesn’t matter than
I’m at the goldenth hour of my life
I’ve been changed to a bird

So many times, it’s difficult
To count, was I a Phoenix?
Or was I a Dragon?
I fell in Love with Asian
A long time ago, lifetimes ago

Terrified by the clash
Of wind and grass
I became an ethereal thing
I commit daily suicide
As a human being

And walk as a spiritual creature
In literature, the sun is tangled
In my silver hair
Between sky and water
I’ll leave my songs

Pet the Serpent of knowledge
In darkness, I’ll set myself a home
Pulling a flower out of moss
I’m a hung man’s last shivering
The sun is tangled at my feet
In my invocation for dawn.

7 thoughts on “Ballad of Last Light

  1. Maybe I am sad today…and your lines of sadness are resonating with my being.. “.I commit daily suicide As a human being “……i would hope each day would bring new life…new wonder…but then, I am a romantic..these lines give me hope: “The sun is tangled at my feet In my invocation for dawn.”

  2. Wuji,

    You wrote:
    “The sun is tangled
    In my prayers for sunset
    It doesn’t matter than
    I’m at the goldenth hour of my life
    I’ve been changed to a bird”

    This has so much meaning for me on a day that my change to a bird feels challenged, I am beginning to reach again for flight. What golden prose you write.

    With love, Amanda
    http://mysignatureblog.com

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