Bold colors strike the atmosphere.
Colors of the fire of the phoenix as it rises like the sun,
And solar eruptions ricochet throughout.
Yet we are steel in the center of it all.
One day we will sail the stars,
And dare to kiss them with our wings of wax.
There's no limit to our intoxicated euphoria,
Or our misplaced feelings in the space of our bodies.
In the morning, the ice tumbles down.
But it is lost to us.
We are stuck in the sky.
