I watched the sun setting

I watched the sun setting in averted vision
and saw the buildings
it was silhouetting
and I saw the moon in nighttime city-haze
and with its pail lack-light
the buildings raze

and they were no more
save for their window-lights

and in the blurred eyes of dry sight
my vision comes aright
cause in blurred vision
you’re forced to look in
a sort of still-lake reflection

through the boiling evening clouds
and the swirling storms, I bowed.
and I wish spring brought green
to more than just the earth

but my thought trees be burnt up by forest fires
caused by lightning strikes
and then the broken dykes
let loose floods to new (knew) heights

but hey, I’m alright

though now I bare this blight
from the storm’s lack-light
a kind of gray-skyburn.

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Author / Eric Cornell