The colour of the clear sky,
the colour of my dreams.
The colour of the sea that goes on
as far as the eye can see.
The colour of the horizons you chase,
the colour of hope painted on your face.
The colour of your eyes,
like deep mountain pools.
The colour of the voice
of the playing ghouls.
The colour of innocence disarming.
The colour of your thoughts so charming.
The colour of rain
on a hot summer day.
The colour you feel
when the spring leaves sway.
The colour of peace, a colour so true,
it fills me every time I look at you.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
The colour of the clear sky,
the colour of my dreams.
The colour of the sea that goes on
as far as the eye can see.
The colour of the horizons you chase,
the colour of hope painted on your face.
The colour of your eyes,
like deep mountain pools.
The colour of the voice
of the playing ghouls.
The colour of innocence disarming.
The colour of your thoughts so charming.
The colour of rain
on a hot summer day.
The colour you feel
when the spring leaves sway.
The colour of peace, a colour so true,
it fills me every time I look at you.
