Purple and pink watercolors,
seem to bleed through the sky,
and flaming waves of orange ignite the clouds afire,
plunging all into the ocean, crashing with no sound.
The moon appears, with little haste,
glowing radiance, pouring a milky stare on the land below,
guardian of the night, the only form of light,
next to the stars so faint, only seen as dots of burning coal.
Shot by arrows of daylight,
the moon begins it descent from high perch,
as the sun struggles to regain its breath,
it's hair afire and expanding outward.
