too many pretty skies
To take pictures of
I guess I'll just have to be satisfied
With what I see with my eyes.
The colours and shades
Of orange and yellow
The heavenly hues
Of that sunny gold.
All I can say is
That when my camera dies
Is only when I can really appreciate
What I see with my eyes.
The rays of heaven
That gently kiss the fort
The vast mirror of the ocean
Tainted with Gold.
Despite warm colours
Of the suns dying gold
Some grey clouds remained
Foretelling the coming of a storm?
A single star
Twinkles alone
Just swimming and not drowning
In the ever dwindling evening light.
Freyja's Musings 