Oh how I love a pastel palette…
.. The softness of its magic
…. Kisses your eyes as gently
…… as a floating feather ballet.
……… The transition to nightfall,
………… A delicate curtain call
“Let us bid adieu
To our backdrop of sky blues
And to the eye of the sky,
Our daytime star, Señor Sun,
upon which life depends.
Until morning, dear friends.”
And as the great fireball descends,
Dusky pastels take centre-stage
Swirling brushstrokes in peaches & cream,
Dolloped rose quartz clouds, Lilac lemonade beams
A powdered sky ever so gradually hypnotised
Under the spell of a twilight magician
And as if by one almighty, gracious sweep
A magic wand washes away
The clarity of day
And brings the calm of night
Sets the tone for slumber delight
Sets the stage for lady orb of the night.
Beneath her alabaster lustre I swoon
… Now is when dreams come into bloom.