Afterglow

Let there be storm tonight The night that has been awake for thousands of yearsLet's break it into amorphous flinders.Let a stormy night replaceThe moon of lonelinessAfterglow is a medley of poems somewhat gibberish with prosaic touch devoid of rhythmic echoes that pluck the chords of melancholy and take the readers to a territory of dysphoric dimension. The light has disappeared after a heated sunset and all that remains are the residues of ecstasy and agony. Ecstasy of loving and being loved and agony of sundering and being sundered.