The Skies Ever-Changing - Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
The skies ever-changing the colours now blend,
As sunlight is falling the day at an end,
It shimmers on wave tops a path lies before,
That leads over water and rests on the shore.
While moving and swirling the clouds lit with gold,
A cascading collage does slowly unfold,
As skies turn to scarlet like embers of fire,
That glow in the hearth of all heaven's desire.
Then deeper and deeper to crimson they fade,
So gently they drift as new pictures are made,
While doused by the fall and the breeze blowing too,
They sink to the land and this ocean of blue.
As darkness approaches and moon starts to rise,
The sea turns to violet so restless it lies,
While shining so softly the stars now appear,
Like diamonds above as the clouds start to clear.
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