Through My Eyes (When Looking at Monet)

The rough outlines of the buildings, like ghosts
Seem to haunt this bay town.
The airy structures are suspended in air
And floating on water.
Thick layers of paint situate the sun to
Overpower all that it encompasses.
Here is portrayed a scene that could be found
If one was able to freeze a single slide from a
Setting within a dream.
No angles are the same,
Lines shift and the picture changes.
Intense shades of blues engulf the area
Where distinction between water and sky converge.
A bit of warm color is present,
But only in a tiny, red circle where fits of
Orange and yellow become prevalent;
My gaze lingers here, hypnotized.