Sun-weary painter done bleed ‘is las’ paint,
Pour purple an’ rose-gold pon Attic sky.
Twilight seep deep, cool an’ sweet like a saint,
Dem ol’ window bones drink light, never dry.
Inside dat hollow temple, stone gone cold,
Sunset catch fire where no glass remain.
Sapphire river ‘cross floor, ancient an’ old,
Ruby flicker high up—ghost o’ stained pane.
Marble column blush soft in dyin’ glow,
Sky hold ‘is breath when day meet de night.
Parthenon wear color crown, quiet an’ low,
Dream-color crown ‘gainst blue dat grow tight.
