But the dusk took all the pretty edges
The daylight sighed its final breath
And my thoughts scattered with the dying sunset.
The bleak horizon fell from grace
Draped in the nakedness of lines and shapes
The homebound pigeons got lost in flight
Above the concrete forest of cascading stripes
The heaven got drunk in bourbon hue
Befuddled in all imperfect views
I became the silhouette I once knew
When I told the skyline about you.