Afraid of what I'll do if you ask...
Rose-colored cheeks from dusk
To dawn, I turn to you in memory,
True to the dark, my realm's in chaotic delight
Worry not, you were gifted with sight.
I might crash into the gray pottery
Of souls, dynasties of old in the cosmos we build,
Green-twilit-eyes I seek in the field
Of sun flowers that plead
Your rise from ashes
While we peek at nebulae in their past
Of black dust,
Through our lenses,
Witchery of the sky in our senses.
Afraid of what you'll say If I take
Another step, and I break
The shield that keeps everyone
Away.
And I may draw the curtains and sway
With the ghosts in our shells
While I hit the bells,
The drums, and the stars....
I feel in your arms, they get closer to us
And we come alive, realize new highs;
Hello and goodbye, as always
Shaking hands, our names written in time's sands
Our thoughts danced in hurricanes, in the eye of the storm
Hoping new beginnings, discoveries and more,
Imprinting smiles, the sky will live forever in our eyes.
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