One painting shows a twilight sky.
I gaze at it. It makes me sigh.
I stand there for the longest time.
Inside my mind there comes a rhyme.
Beneath the brilliant sky I see
the waters of infinity.
And staring at the wondrous scene,
I’ve now dissolved into its dream.
I’ve turned into the waves that rise,
which match the blue-green of my eyes.
And as I rise, I long to touch
the hues of sky I love so much.
Deep violet and rosy pink
of sunset’s sky begin to sink
into the briny depths of me.
I’m rhythm, rhyme, and sky and sea!
Written Nov. 14, 2021
Submitted June 20, 2022
For the '2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 4'
Sponsor: Mark Toney