Beneath purple painted clouds
grazing the honeyed backlit sky
a single ship on the horizon
atop gently shifting waters
stained with creeping iridescence,
a proud beacon silhouetted in the moment
witnessing beauty’s golden kiss stolen
from her dying daylight breath.
Behind the curtains, twilight
waiting with all smothering embrace
welcoming a dark velvet widow,
the star spun bejewelled night.