The world spins past on painted hues
Of twilight grey and midnight blue,
A thousand sacred thoughts of you
To fill the eastern sky.
Sprinkle dust and fairy tales,
Butterflies and ships a-sail,
Paint my wooden carousel
Every shade of you.
I liked the simplicity very much. It was short and to the point, but contained enough imagery for the reader to want to read it more than once, or see it again. It almost sounds very familiar, like I heard it as a kid. The only word that tripped me up while reading it was "sky". Not saying it doesn't belong, but it was almost to sharp or powerful of a word after hearing the soft rolling "hues, blues, and you" words that all rolled together. All in all good piece to start out!!