You watch the night sweeping westwards
For those lost
Beyond the horizon,
Hoping sleep will come,
You rise and shine into a spotless suit
That no longer suits you,
A business face that almost sees you
Through the business,
You wrestle through migraine
Mornings
You dream past clock-watched
Afternoons,
And the first evening star heralds
Hope of some familiar breeze, beckoning
Peaceful wonder,
You watch the night sweeping westwards
For those lost
Beyond the horizon,
Hoping sleep will come.
Have a wonderful trip to Italy which you must be so looking forward to now
Thank you Andrea, I wish you many long summer nights, with cool breezes and inspired thoughts…
In Scotland in 2 Yas so hoping for lots of those
Beautiful colours…..you haven’t posted artwork in ages =)
It’s nothing new, it’s a painting I started on in 2009. It’s morphed a few times since then but I come back to it, like an old friend.