Blended Dusk

Blended Dusk

The pink blush to the blue sartorial,

The orange tint and stitched.

It swerved like a whisper,

As other blends slithered.

I could not longer feel the hue,

Of the withered blue.

Filled with informal reverence,

The painted canvas in front of me,

Was all I had on my conscience.

It was like we arranged a rendezvous,

But who invited who?

The colors silhouetted,

As Perplexity etched,

My perception stretched

Recalcitrant to miss,

This was a moment to reminisce.

To me it was potent,

Like some poisoned  potion,

The tiny yellow dot,

blazing through the horizon.

Perfectly motioned,

Unknotting all the tensions.

But some things don't stay forever,

It’s the moment you need to encapsulate,

The dark curtain started falling,

And the sky greyed.