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#Poetry The Red Sunrise by Fiza Pathan

July 25, 2014

The Red Sunrise


It is a red sunrise that speaks of its faults to me,
All day my thoughts seep into its blood like eyes──
the vision of the sun drawn to a close.

Red is the sun’s rays as it clothes me in its scorching embrace,
The blackness of the dying star kills my very soul──the aura of the fading glow so crimson.

I was wrong at that time when I paused to drink the red wine of this ecstasy,
I was demented, but now I’m fine & just one thing I remember──
in the red speckles of this red robed fire flare.

King of my blood red heart & serpent of my kingdom beneath a setting moon,
The holler is the sound of pain & the hour is dawn──the air is turning the dust of Adam’s dark force to a taint of simple red.

This is the last sunrise of the geoid that twirls itself around my flaming eyes so bloody,
The red is hope & yet so untimely──join in the fiasco of these lines imprinted in our last day break.

The sun of Ra is dying & the oceans have sunk our stone edifices back to the core,
Yet I live on one forgotten sea shore with a bleeding eye──counting days in the darkness of the cosmic night.

Copyright 2014 Fiza Pathan 

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From → Literature, Poetry

  1. Renard Moreau permalink

    [ Smiles ] Lovely poetry, my friend!

  2. I fall in love with this Red sunrise Fiza 🙂

  3. Wonderfull penned Fiza… 🙂

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