A Sunset Oyster reveals Her pearl

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Call your immortal steeds to delay their descent
I lust for time to capture this golden event

One evening, not so distant, I was driving home from work as the sun set gloriously on a cloud lined horizon. My initial awe was replaced by a penetrating desire to find the words that would genuinely convey the image before me. What would Joseph Conrad say? I tried my mind. I searched my vocabulary. I cursed at my slow wit as the colours changed before me. I reassured myself. Try again, I prodded. What do you see now? I turned the corner into my street, and the horizon fell behind the tree line. I held that image in my mind’s eye. I floundered and grabbed for adjectives. I searched through my inadequate collection of purples, reds and blues. I rounded the final dog leg. There it was, peeking at me from behind the eucalypts. I collected the mail, drove into the garage and hurriedly raced up the stairs to my balcony. The sun had set. There was nothing more to see. I flicked through the mail and glanced upon the car insurance papers. The family dog barked incessantly.

One visceral moment stamps a most haunting imprint
The challenge is raised to define this daunting imprint
~O~

Beneath an altostratus flow
Of orange, violet and mauve

She wept the most divine of blue
A blue that blushed with emerald

And I loved her

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