Sitka Sunset Blues
A lazy eventide Sitka Sunset
Where the invisible stairway to heaven
Splashes a touch of oil paint on deep blues
As I watch Helios blend radiant commands
How many more Alaskan sunsets must one perform?
Purple psychedelic hues
Greets lucid pink flowing into valleys of honey
Performing a mirrored solo masterpiece on the lake
Streaming rapturous sounds of richness
From stratospheric multi-coloured basslines
Hues so dense, one could cut into fine strips
Meets with standing ovation
As mere mortals gaze high from their amphitheatres
Mouthing the sweet syrup that pours from my haze
Succulent tongue burning coolness
Like an overused plectrum
Encased within Aurora’s twang of fusion
An instrument without strings
The Goddess whose aura never sets
I, should ask for a raise
29/05/23
Copyright © W J Clarke | Year Posted 2023
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