Evening Song

Watching as evening overcomes the sun

Greater than what has come before

Tomorrow is everything unknown since

Power of forever an hour

Time in time’s hands and ever merciful

Give answers to the sufferer’s hunger

Make the means available great hallow

Just as every flower has been given

To altars for the tragic mistaken,

The earth under the passions of spring

The pollen in proportionate gift

Then as redemption the day is consigned

For seasonal oblivion to live on

Destruction for beauty to overcome

Beholding Langston

Langston walks over to the gaze of the lense.

Looks out across a century and leans

Casual serendipity anxious eyes beams

Suited for laughter, the glare ever since

Joplin over rivers born in between

The flow of the letters ancient to him

Renewed by the footsteps, focus to gain.

Seriously bargained to be again.

Watching the riverbanks spelling their pain

To Seats of the desk where writers go blank

The author amused with his elegance

Attained by the gaze of the photograph

Onward their destiny beckoned to spend

Hughes in the open faced alphabet pens