Only murmurations shading

Myriad pointillisions fading

Upon the setting sun


Only congregations racing

Aerial interchanges facing

Towards a hidden line


Silence, cloaked in black, returns

And dreams of sound-proofed rooms

How the moon must spread her wings

To reach the Dawn in time


Only photon rivers rippling

Dying daylight slowly trickling

Across the Master’s cheek


Such visual songs that lull the Dusk to sleep




Written whilst listening to Rene Aubry’s song “Demi Lune” –