Sunset Canvas

I gaze out of the frosted window,
The cold surface tickling my face,
Before me, a sunset canvas,
A barrier to outer space.

Streaks of amber, gold and rose,
Fading into vibrant tranquility,
A picturesque postcard picture,
Intricately reflected by the lapping sea.

Beautiful smears of fiery red,
Painted with precision by the finest artist,
Elaborate colours blending together,
Lurking beneath a rose pink mist.

As the night draws to an end,
The vibrant canvas is washed out,
Now a sheet of cobalt darkness,
And not a flicker of fire about...