The sunset shimmered on the water
turning it from blue to gold
lighting everything it touched
to something precious not made by man.
No longer was the water a dark and mysterious foe,
but the sun colour of honeycomb
as it rushed to meet the shore.
The sunset had the Midas touch:
reverting every colour to one of gold,
the darker it was the gold was brighter
and surrounded everything with a warm glow.
19 March 2014
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I have often witnesses the most amazing colors, some of which I can not adequately put into words, while sitting by sea at sunset. My heart's eye and poet's soul safely stores them for rainy days....a creative and colorful write. PEACE