The Closing of Curtains
The Closing of Curtains Orange rays the last kicks of a dying horse, Down the horizon they struggled to breathe upon the earth, Shone mournfully as their source the sun finished the day’s course. All around, an atmospheric sadness and no mirth. Crickets chirped the wail-song, their noise at its best, Birds sang their last to send the day away, Trees stood still in silence for the sun that was dying in the west, And I too by the window blew it a kiss to send it on its way. Something singular about the air that night Made me hesitant to shut the window’s veil And as I stood steadily clutching its rail, I heard a plea from the soft breeze as in crept the night, That in that night and always my curtains should remain unclosed. The thought was serious and quite unshaken, Though from my mind I at first wanted it disposed. It was written all around me that I should to its acuity be awaken, And see precipitation in my act of closing the curtains: Shutting out the beauties of the night and...