Poeticpiers
01-01-2004, 04:59 PM
Look
The western sky a funeral pyre
to mark the dying of the sun
that sets the heavens all on fire.
The daylight fades and night’s begun
Vermilion, crimson, scarlet flames
that paint the clouds in fiery hues
and other colours without names
Combine to give elusive views
That fade and die eventually
as the night falls in shades of blue
I sit and watch contentedly
For every sunset is brand new.
Sunset, sunrise which paint the skies
give us a glimpse of paradise.
The western sky a funeral pyre
to mark the dying of the sun
that sets the heavens all on fire.
The daylight fades and night’s begun
Vermilion, crimson, scarlet flames
that paint the clouds in fiery hues
and other colours without names
Combine to give elusive views
That fade and die eventually
as the night falls in shades of blue
I sit and watch contentedly
For every sunset is brand new.
Sunset, sunrise which paint the skies
give us a glimpse of paradise.