Sunsets

The artists paints you and they give a smile,

I sit and stare at all your style and grace,

Your colours mix, my heart and mind go wild,

Your canvas shines with pinkish golden paste.

The way the colours come and hit the sea,

The brightest fire with the softest blue,

An artist's painting, one must come and see

The swirls with soft and shining pastel hue.

And though thou beauty brings me peace and rest,

Thy name suggests the sun must go and set,

The artist scraps the picture in protest,

And once you go my mind will then forget.

But even though you disappear each night,

The artist paints thou new in morning light