The Rise of Sunset

we awoke in the puerile dawn to the sounds
of a harp playing — drawing us up and out,
and we arose to greet the Sunset
of your Celbration.

It was our Raven,
with the other three cats in attendance …


He does indeed pluck the strings with tooth and paw


so then Emmie joins him in a duet for Branwen


and of this joining I mused a bit —
that all invitations are to a joining,
as is each life well lived …

and when I see a frowning dawn,
I shall have a “Darryl Moment” —
and remember that somewhere friends
bask in a glorious Sunset …

and when the evening sky roils in storm
I will sense a joining once again —
a “Darryl Moment” of Sunrise
in memory of tomorrow
and hope for yesterday
eternally …

and with my Grail of Creativity thus refilled
I know of the Elixer oft sought —

and sit down to write again


The Bards at Sakin’el


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Male, 62 - owner of an eclectic retreat center called Sakin'el in Knoxville, TN. Author of many books listed on

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