For a Split Second
A scarlet sun sears the western sky
with vermilion tongues of flaming fire.
And sinking below the planet’s rim,
Sol 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,
light scribbles cerise onto the night.
Shadows meld with cobalt silhouettes,
beneath a vista of ebony.
And a silver moon gets snagged in
branches of a gnarly old oak tree.
Magic supersedes reality
in my imagination's playground.
And as Nature hypnotizes me,
time seems to pause, for a split second./center>
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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