~Threads of sky begin to snap, the cords that hold above thy burning mass
And gently sinks into the west, that ship of gold on sea of glass.
Lo the tides draw back the veil, forth comes the orb of silver bright
As the crimson skies cool to black, and form the cover of the night.
How soft the painting of the skies, as sunlight begs to stain the earth,
Yet gently fades the rays of fire, surrendered to the nighttime's birth.~
The sky outside was beautiful this evening. It was as if paints had been spilled across the sky, spilled on the houses and trees of my neighborhood. It was truly one of the loveliest things.
The picture was really fun to make! It makes me happy to do more clothing again, since when I was a child I was drawing clothing before I could draw a respectable stick figure.
(Not that anyone cares but poem is mine.)
And gently sinks into the west, that ship of gold on sea of glass.
Lo the tides draw back the veil, forth comes the orb of silver bright
As the crimson skies cool to black, and form the cover of the night.
How soft the painting of the skies, as sunlight begs to stain the earth,
Yet gently fades the rays of fire, surrendered to the nighttime's birth.~
The sky outside was beautiful this evening. It was as if paints had been spilled across the sky, spilled on the houses and trees of my neighborhood. It was truly one of the loveliest things.
The picture was really fun to make! It makes me happy to do more clothing again, since when I was a child I was drawing clothing before I could draw a respectable stick figure.
(Not that anyone cares but poem is mine.)
