The perfect end to a straining day.
Illumination borrowed from the morn’s glory.
The age-old waltz of creamy clouds for display.
Indeed an incredible love story.
Starry eyes mirroring the glow of the Artist’s darkened palette.
Freckled by a motif of stellary dust.
The irony of a reverse silhouette.
The sway of nearby trees tickled by a gust.
The intriguing presence of the absence of limitlessness.
Soaring and soaring; have you no end?
Perhaps not; a cogent guess.
The deafening silence from afar, perfectly a perfect blend.
Beholding the irenic sight.
Beholding the beauty of a moonlight-ed night.