Departure

Watercolors paint the sky,
Its canvas one time blank.
Blending,
Blurring,
Whizzing by,
As the sun, with time, sank.
Bowing low,
Down soft and steady.
Look away
And it's gone already.
Darkness seeps from one direction,
Taking the color and leaving perfection
Blank and lovely for the light
That riddles the sky this lovely night.