Wide brushstrokes of indigo cross the waning blue.
Behind cloud curtains the sun is trying to break through.
Playful silhouettes dance there like a sultry tease,
Peaking, hiding, laughing, smiling, trying so to please.
Colored like a negligee with lacy shades of pink
And casting flirting flashing glances, tempting with a wink.
Shining through the stage is lit with her bright brilliant rays.
The shafts pour down, reaching ground, among the contours play.
As bolder strokes of indigo brush down upon the shore,
One final slash defiantly appears for its' encore.
Then like it came behind the shades now once again it's gone,
And whispered final goodnight kiss, I'll see you in the morn.
Jan. 31, 2013