Holy Thursday, two thousand and six
Was the greatest sunset of my life.
Returning from swimming rain warmed waters,
Looked up at the convent, alone on the hill
I saw it was drenched from tower to steeple
In glorious light, more golden than eagle
It beckoned from its perch over Sydney.
Skies crowned above with imperial colour:
Clouds came alive with unforeseen splendour.
Suddenly out of those blankets of purple
There sprang forth an arch, brighter by second
I cannot recall rainbows more vivid,
For parallel soon a second arc crept
Together they stood in the darkening dusk.
The waves before me shimmered in colours
Half that of furnace, half that of sapphire
The light sank deeper in its orange bed
And the first clear sky of the day revealed
In a halo of Lapis for the hills.
Though rainbows must die, clouds soon turn to black
As darkness steals in, I would cry to miss
A greater beautiful sunset than this.
not the best, but i was proud i managed to fit it all into a ten-sylable meter
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