Across A Pink Washed Sky

So day will soon be gone
And seagulls with outstretched wings
Fly home across a pink washed sky.

Ethereal stillness abounds in the silence
The backcloth canvas becomes red
Then purple, followed by murky indigo.

Night time will gradually follow
Spinning its cocoon of darkness
Preparing man to rest and ultimately sleep.

Bright stars will speckle the sky
They huddle and cluster together
Like sparkling freckles on a heavenly face.

With the moon in solitary brilliance
A beam of light from the Father’s torch
Shining until the new sunrise at dawn.

Then night will soon be gone
And seagulls return across tranquil sea
Where gentle sunlight glistens on silver waves.