For a Split Second
A scarlet sun sears the western sky
with vermilion tongues of flaming fire.
And sinking below the horizon,
it ignites the far fringes of Earth.
Heaven burns amidst the crimson flames
scorching the edge of the horizon.
And like a child playing with crayons,
Sol scribbles cerise onto the night.
Shadows meld with cobalt silhouettes,
beneath a vista of ebony.
And a quicksilver moon pools within
the skeletal branches of a tree.
Magic supersedes reality
in imagination's playground.
And as Nature hypnotizes me,
She slows time down for a split second.
(Blank Verse)
2/19/2016
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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