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I stood above the vacant and lively town
Under the yellow and blue
Hidden above our eyes.
To everyone from the ground,
The empty stares and silent lips,
All gazed as if we would tip over and empty our souls.
We laughed at their empty minds
Because we had never felt more alive—
Or more free than from high above.
And when the chill came with the night,
I laid beside you under the sea of blue above,
Under the leather of your coat.
I stared into a sea of gold
Worth more than the treasures beneath the earth
Because your eyes had seen riches only we knew.
And from that rooftop I could see beyond the empty town
And beyond the vacant stares.
I could see beyond this world and beyond our minds.
From that rooftop there was loud smiles
And golden kisses only my golden boy could give.
From that rooftop was my lover—
The only one for me.
The only gold I'd ever need.
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Hope in the Mourning
PoetryCOMPLETE ✔️ Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17) - Where there is mourning, there is also hope. Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it. But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
