sunsets seem to catch my eye
each evening of the day
colors stream across the sky
and take by breath away

shades of purple
(course there's blue)
floating on the fluffy edge
of the golden cloudy hue
while resting on a mountain ledge

the palette of brushing rays
splashes within my eye
capturing with his ways
the beauty canvassed sky

painted jars unleash the stars
slowly through the night
filling in the spacey scars
and blinking in delight

spilling within my sight
the artist quickly rends
a veil of trailing light
as a velvet stroke descends

to complete the work of art
ending another way
with flourishes to the heart
of this highly held Monet

the dancing marks, stroke by stroke
flair again in embered flame
with wonder to invoke
the difference it became

as painted thoughts often bring
and the brush begins to sing
of dreams drifting in the sky
my thoughts just lift and fly

soft`rain
December 4, 1997

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