The Sunset Shimmered
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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