North of Eden – Anton Nemeth

North of Eden, 2022
North of Eden

Ten thousand pastel ghosts collide
Melting sunset stolen hues
Into shifting ragged shapeless lines
Moving borders of misperception
As departing daylight sets
A cold and empty magic
Storehouse of unlit tombstones Standing somewhat sentinel
Over
Edgeless shapes fading silently
Toward un-mooned blue-black darkness
Fleet with afterthoughts of re-reflected lights
That were so soon ago
The messengers of Eden

Anton Nemeth