I know the sun will go down
and all the colours will run
What was painted for me in daylight hours
will be shot down by night's chromatic gun
Visions are shown of varied hues
burnt into the canvas of the day
Slowing, darkening, and to fade,
palette turns to darkest grey
Brushes are cleaned in quiet sleep,
a new canvas stretched to a frame
and slowly washed in a sky so deep,
starting to paint the day again
and all the colours will run
What was painted for me in daylight hours
will be shot down by night's chromatic gun
Visions are shown of varied hues
burnt into the canvas of the day
Slowing, darkening, and to fade,
palette turns to darkest grey
Brushes are cleaned in quiet sleep,
a new canvas stretched to a frame
and slowly washed in a sky so deep,
starting to paint the day again