Sky of fire

The setting sun,

a line of cloud,

a silhouetted hill

Times brisk pace

begins to slow

and finally is still

A moment stretching onwards,

transfixed by those deep brown eyes

Skin lit with that fire,

reflected in those amber skies

The world that beats beyond these walls

is slowed and drifts away

A pause within times ceaseless march

on an already perfect day

The hands fall from the clock face,

wrapped in a stillness so sublime

The memory of a burning sky

and a moment snatched from time