Sunsets

The clouds lay strewn.
across the sky,
they look like seashells
washed up onto shore
by the pounding waves of the ocean,
pastel colours fill the sky,
pinks and purples, oranges and yellows,
this is what dreams are built from,
this is the fine art of nature,
no money in the world could possibly
account for the beauty of the sky,
oh how i wish I could fly swiftly,
up towards the soft colours,
I wish to catch the clouds and hold them,
I wonder what they feel like?
I want to take my paint brush,
and ever so gently, blend the colours together,
creating an even more breath taking scene,
but the think i wish for the most,
is to sit here under the magical sky,
with you, hand in hand
forever. . .

M.E.Doowrah
©2008