Imagine

I see the waning landscape
colored in hues
faint as a dying king's crown

So Majestic
for a few minutes
and then
the color of night
comes like a thief
to change the scene

My mind
is a camera
taking it in

Holding on
to what is lost
hoping I can copy it
and show it to the world

~ thank you Rick for this poem who puts me into words so well ♥