The Midnight sky is vast and wide, a velvet black cloth. But soon the Sun will come and scrub the inky black away. She climbs so high – into the sky – painting shadows on my wall. That beautiful hue of pastel blue cocoons the air above.
She illuminates the woods, so the birds can find their prey. She dances on sleeping eyes, caressing them into day.
The leaves are washed with her summer glow. She gives the plants their food. Without her touch, green would not show, and vividness would be subdued.
Exhausted from her labours, she starts to tumble from the sky. As she’s falling into earth, she begins to cry. Her tears are silky orange, they bleed into the blue. A twilight glow, is all that’s left, the sky is now, see-through.
Two score years down the ages, the day was just like the one before; the Sun rose in a solemn brilliance just like the day before, but with a peculiar aura: beaming with an infectious brilliance Thus attracting everyone and
Away from the crowd She whispered her tale. To the cresting waves, To the frothy foam, To the flying seagulls, They knew her soul. They were waiting for her To wash her heart. She left the remains, She was carrying
As I see the reddish blue of this setting sun, I’m suddenly brought back to a memory, of me and Liv driving down the road. Her talking and me listening and driving towards the setting sun. I remember the colors,
I was crawling deep down the wood, Flowers of love blossomed on head, Red, yellow, blue, green leaves smile, Waiting to greet the lovely dawn for a while Looking at the bounty of burning sun Warming in his strong arms
Sun sinks slowly twilight looks at the sun and waits for the night to fall with darkness Life also drowns like dusky sinking sun and ends with foggy dusk wearing evening gown A tiny thought sitting on highland stares at