~ ORANGE ~

The weakening eye of day
For tomorrow will die
In sunset's crypt
The cloudy canopy of hazy
Complexion
With every spirit upon the earth
Slowly recognizing
The inevitable
Crash
Of yellow's decay into
Orange,
Where ripened rinds
Fulfill
Life's acquiescence
And the twisted sundress
That goddesses
Drape
Across suntanned shoulders
So easily wearing
Every virtue
Glowing red
Not unlike seeds sprouting apples
Whose orchard
In its rows of planned sustenance
Ultimately provides
The diapason
Of perfect rainbows
With melodious colors
Melting
Into the harmonious
Sound
Of sunset's voice
And where the heart of it
Bleeds,
Orange.....