Swarovski Sunset

When the first glimpse of silver crescent sprinkles citrine dust, sparkling pink brooks spring forth, flowing through emerald green forests. Moss covered Pine trees spread their branches, reaching towards the setting amber sun. Cherry blossom clouds coat the dusky horizon, unfurling lilac lavender hues amidst the paper-cut skyline, and the last beam of light starts to fade into nocturnal bliss. The twilight nightingale can be heard, comforting us in the distance. Lulling us to a restful slumber under the star blanketed stratosphere. And something about the way warm marshmallow threads entwine with mulberry tints, reminds me that every ending is a synonym to new beginnings. Yet, I tell the caviar smeared sunsets about our secret collaborations, questioning the glowing gold of Swarovski rings splattered across the evening sky, incensed with the fragrance of jasmine that lingers on the summer breeze. Will blushing sangria streaks, stretch their feathers, paint my blazing heart of hurt in vermilion stars? or is this love, another passing phase, like the waning sighs of moonrise?