Winter's Sunset

Murmurings of the slip of words

sly the over-stretch

in the sliding blink

draining a sun hidden from

glow plated masks

late in weaving daylights

wincing glazed imposter

troubled by the exhausting foe

of clay-seized slump rotting the skies that carefree summers

haven't spied the relentless scar

those feeble scales tipped to

thud all submitting sunsets abandoned by emptied meter

that shuns the braille insight and silences of

our cowering eye sinking beneath

the slipped lying to our own

self-preserved unspoken crypt

lit unsparingly by scented candles

and puddled by drips that

wax the pious floored pit

counting the pennies heavy with

guileless prayers burnt at the wick.