Cuttlebone and Cobwebs

Last Sigh

The last sigh of a russet sky

sounds across our horizon

and in our eyes such joys arise

to sing their approbation.

As slow light shifts it's awesome drifts

embrace the approaching dark

no shadows part this twice-twinned heart

of sibling souls elation.

Alternate breaths the bellows blow

hearts blood in equal ebb and flow

so pulsate life's light and darkj

seeks no conflict in the spark.

So the last sigh of a russet sky

smiles as darkness greets her eye

for within each other they discover

respite and restoration lie.