Pink Horizon

Day sank in horizon of pink 

Orange, the hue that ought be shed 

For the old thirst I sing, enliven sorrow at the dark brink 

Each passage of emphasis ended beyond my black head 

Needless to be confined by the curve of my sooty pinata 

Orange, the hue that ought be shed 

I, no longer restrict the revelations in strata 

Stigma delves the latched passion which roared in fraction 

Needless to be confined by the curve of my sooty pinata 

 New world offers the meadow of satisfaction 

Once more, I crawl into the vivid sense 

Stigma delves the latched passion which roars in fraction 

Once tedium took the throne of innocence 

Misled in attitude, escaped to the forest of razzle-dazzle 

Once more, I crawl into the vivid sense 

Asleep in a hush of knotty puzzle 

Misled in attitude, escaped to the forest of razzle-dazzle 

Day sank in horizon of pink 

For the old thirst I sing, enliven sorrow at the dark brink

Terzanelle Form

- Y. W. -