Evening Image

The interloper comes:
Dusk stands brooding
at the doorway.

Twilight, wrapped in blue vapors,
envelops the shivering sun,
a smudge, a faltering step,
bidden to the darkening gyre
of night.

Pale tarnished stars tumble across
the sheets of obsidion sky, 
ghostly flecks of amber in
eternal glissade.