A bolt from the blue
Colours changing hiue
Water swirling
Pigments blending
Opaque
Nothing gets through
Draw a black line
The colbalts will cross it
cover it
blanket it.
But the transparents
merely look at it
and drape themselves
casually over it.
The rose colours
a delicate blue
that one sees through.
Wont cross the line
A delicate carmine
Explosion of rises and sets
of the huge ruby sun
Satisfaction one gets
when the day is done.
When the evening is through
and a bolt from the blue.