Honeyed Horizon

In the realm of hues, a canvas unfurls, 

Where colours dance and dreams swirl. 

Upon Sean Knipe's stroke of artistry, 

Lies a world veiled in mystery.

"Honeyed Horizon," a title so sweet, 

Whispers of lands where souls meet. 

In abstract realms, where forms dissolve, 

Visions of honeyed dreams evolve.

A horizon bathed in golden light, 

Where day and night converge in flight. 

A symphony of amber and gold, 

In every stroke, a story untold.

Beneath the surface, secrets reside, 

In shades of ochre, where dreams abide. 

Each layer whispers a silent plea, 

To unravel the mystery of the sea.

Dive deep into the honeyed abyss, 

Where reality wavers with a gentle kiss. 

In Sean Knipe's world, where colours play, 

The soul finds solace in shades of day.

Let the strokes guide you to distant shores, 

Where imagination endlessly soars.

For in "Honeyed Horizon's" abstract embrace, 

We find a refuge, a sacred space.