My painted sunsets

It never leaves a stain  
 riveted, I stand amazed
to pour the day and make it whole  
warm the easel`s creaking joints  
short reflection and anoint  
 
Captured in a snap, a glowing pass  
through the lens, blinked photograph  
the canvas with its gouache translates  
10.000 mirrored panes, of cities scapes  
a twined reflection in a lake  
bathed acrid plains with withered stakes  
 
Panorama cross a canvas stretched  
the impressionist before it left  
emotions torn, in it reflects  
earth draws a kiss, with hand so deft,  
 
and as I sketched each scene  
but all I got was fragments seen  
Its exibitions best of all  
for mine was nowt but dorbs and scrawl  
 
 Painted me in guilded hues  
tilted shadow from my shoes  
and the score of age it drew  
in flattery, spings youth renewed  
 
 Driven out all latent stress  
 anger, all that now, has passed  
the inner glow, felt as it set  
 held the brush on my behalf  
 
A conduit to inner peace  
it painted me in bold relief  
 
My thoughts, like Icarus will fly  
as sunset bids the day goodbuy  
spreads its fan as God commands  
burnished flood as it uncloakes  
my brush cant plug the dam  
 
a picture formed from perfect strokes