i want to see your dawn with you but ill never be able to walk alongside you.
So perhaps I could pick another time?
This night I speak of dusk.
where do we begin?
pastel yellows into silver blues?
or rouge reds into blushing pinks with a side of peach?
a star or two scattered amongst the swirling clouds?
their weak light flickering behind the thinnest mists?
dusk would have been a lovely sight to see with you but I'm blind to the skies in your world as you are to mine.
