Painter's Dying Sunrise
Was this rising sun so seen as pure,
distant flame's dawn enchantment,
time untold the solar lure,
unchanged through our advancement.
True smile direct from soul,
thought ensnaring fire,
chorus of the dawn's bell tole,
rising of the pyre.
Canvas love's failing grasp,
colours mixing lifetime spent.
frozen moment's brush stroke dawn,
next second's glance perfection rent.
Still statues standing sunrise,
time trapped painter's watchful eye,
become silhouette sculptures,
only wasted moments wait to die.
©D.N.Read2013
Peace In All
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