James Crawford
1 min readAug 13, 2020

A poem about evenings

Photo by Tadej Skofic on Unsplash

The orange is dimming
over the mountainside
Calming my soul
idling my mind

We pass out words
through our walls
into the skies
Hoping our deities
watch us in the night

all at once
we are consumed
comatose by the moon

Our neurons are alerted
of the new, dead air
Current becomes visions
so immediate yet so fair

Hours turn to minutes
minutes become seconds
The first vision intermission
and the orange light beckons

Minds are ignited
souls are engaged
For good and evil
novel orange on a revolving day

2020 is the orange
burning all that disagrees
Hold onto your evenings
everyone deserves peace

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James Crawford

Just a simple Christian/IT/techie/gamer that also loves to jam away on his guitar. Oh, and I sometimes write stuff here.