Bright day sets, burns my sorrow, Strewn stars to dust the morrow ... Trailing diamonds 'cross the skies - Spark as hopes 'midst Heaven's eyes. And should they find a shelter, Through one soul that's set apart - They'll end their fiery swelter ... As fresh embers in ... my heart. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Early June 2018 Standard Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. ~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Eight Lines" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Sponsor.