3 November 2012
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...
Sunset Canvas • Opuss № I