The sky flashes purple and pink
amidst flashes of blue and white.
Reflected on the silvery surface
in shades of aquamarine and amethyst.
We see only a glimpse of its fury.
A quick shot of hot anger.
Don’t look away
for all too soon it will be gone.
The sky is pink overhead.
I will try to lift my head.
Waves lap at the shore.
I can’t take much more.
I can feel the sand.
Please give me your hand.
I must see this before it’s too late,
And I am waiting at heaven’s gate.
The fog yawns long and wide.
Flowers have given up the fight.
There is nowhere to hide
From grey’s terminal blight.
One tree withstands the night,
Growing to immense height.
No one else is in sight
to witness its lone fight.
Grey mist ends the day.
Some color I must see.
Hanging in the grey,
Soft puffs of pink for me.
I gaze at the pink sea so pure,
A vision of delight for sure.
The sun is setting down,
But there’s no reason to frown.
I could see the ocean floor.
Look at me I’m out the door.
The sun may be gone for the day.
The moon will soon be here to play.