Time and Time Again

Watercolors paint the sky
Its canvas one time blank
Blending,
Blurring,
Whizzing by,
As the sun, in time, sank.

Bowing low,
Down soft and steady,
But look away
And it’s gone already.

Blackness seeps from one direction,
Taking the color and leaving perfection,
Blank and lovely for the light
That riddles the sky this peaceful night.