The Evening Sky
Juliet Huang
Of the sky
(cotton dragons, nebulas of flame)
fiery in might
burning in their moment glory
A hasty palette of unwashed colours
drawling hesitantly to fill the portrait
vowel by vowel...
"slowly, not so soon!" they mutter.
a thunderclap of blue casted its judgement;
between the candied carnivores and cowering colours,
stealing in: a sigh of sorrow from voices bemoaning pain
Age comes to claim the sky...
invisible presence invincible in infinity.
Last stroke of the brush.
no cause to cry for the moonlight
that can be seen at night. |
