The purple pink ink was sprinkling
Words deeper than the page could print
The deep red sun in the sky was sinking
Skies hues bluer than the blackest ink
The vermouth gin was drinking
Crazed, laced, aniseed, menthe and mint
The blue black sky had summers stars a twinkling
Skies light, whitest snowball cocktail drink
The drink distilled the multicoloured inks
The pink blue sky nigh on caught the writers eye
The instinct was to close, the amber nectar rose
A painter shaped his pose, a poet had another drink
