The Nothings On the Colour Chart

Amber sunsets streak the sky Reminiscent of millennia encased in resin For the patterns across the heavens Hold fast all that passed through So we stare in wonder If not enlightenment Knowing that we should know The answers reside above Whilst colours contrast Seasons change And the unexplained Sits on the tip of our tongue There we'll be Staring at the setting sun At days end but promised another chance But letting it play out the same Write my story in stone I looked but I didn't see Willingly trapped in amber It turns out beautifully I'm told