She paints the horizon,
In colours beyond the best rainbow.
Each stroke a story untold,
Each shade a character she beholds.
Those skillful hands,
Breaks the dawn that glitters,
Shining emerald, green, gold.
The moon's her lover,
The night's her affair.
Both of them in a duel for her.
Beware,
For when she'll set the dusk with her brush,
The sun won't rise,
You'll be in the dark,
for me, her colours would suffice.
Pain and love she paints as one,
Dusk and dawn she sets as one,
With the colours of infinity,
The Painter-
Paints my horizon
with colours of eternity.