Magenta tears storm the night,
hazel eyes refract sheer twilight.
Crimson tides crash to break through,
amidst unfinished sunsets changing hue.
Cerulean twirls set the atmosphere,
for a touch of greys final premiere.
Yellow clouds age from the distant sun,
for all rest until there is none.
O' you colorful world come out to play!
I wait for you this month of May.
Invite your friends and don't forget,
to paint your byes before sunset.