Soon dawn at plum morn
though pearly moon still keeps watch,
for the golden end.
Afternoon's recalled in dreams
adorned in wild color schemes.

Memory Lane sleeps
as orange noon is coming,
after dusk scarlet.
Lemon-lime hours revisit
and bluebird returns vivid.

Pink skies are coming
a jade past is repeating,
since tomorrow's gone.
Time's fallen asleep, at last
skewing the future and past.