Outside my window.
Is the sky really this opaque?
Or am I just up in the clouds
In a dream like haze
High on the smog from the city
That saved me
Sleepy Skies.
Tonight the sky is as black as my soul
And an artificial amber glow
Filters
Thru the gap of my window
And I don’t know whether to be happy or sad
that you are sleeping under the same sky as me.
Lilac Views.
Dawn beckons me from my bed
With a faint purple hue.
I see bright white headlights
That trickle like raindrops
Through the dewy branches.
And as we chase the sun a
pink appears upon the canvas.
Day.
Soft beginnings turn to blue
That bites you and
blinds you when you stare.
And it's strange to think without the sun
We wouldn’t see its colour.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:12 AM UTC
Outside my window.
Is the sky really this opaque?
Or am I just up in the clouds
In a dream like haze
High on the smog from the city
That saved me
Sleepy Skies.
Tonight the sky is as black as my soul
And an artificial amber glow
Filters
Thru the gap of my window
And I don’t know whether to be happy or sad
that you are sleeping under the same sky as me.
Lilac Views.
Dawn beckons me from my bed
With a faint purple hue.
I see bright white headlights
That trickle like raindrops
Through the dewy branches.
And as we chase the sun a
pink appears upon the canvas.
Day.
Soft beginnings turn to blue
That bites you and
blinds you when you stare.
And it's strange to think without the sun
We wouldn’t see its colour.