Robert Edgar Burns
Ending Days - Poem by Robert Edgar Burns
A painters brush held in trembling hands.
Trying to convey what his eyes have scanned.
A flaming sun toward the ocean sinks,
The hues and shadows converge and link.
A yellow orange sky on horizon pales,
Above deep and darkening moving swale’s.
The breathtaking picture of this awestruck mind,
Is forever frozen in my heart I find.
The multitude of colors, every shade and hue,
Now mixed and thinned on my palette too.
I dip the brush, in my heart’s a song,
When I lift my eyes, this vision’s gone!
I’ll set my easel upon this same shore,
Same time tomorrow, I’ll paint some more.
I dare not quit, for when I fail to gaze,
At the setting sun, it will end my days!
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