Maybe the day
When I open my eyes
And the crumbled world
Rests beneath the skies
I'll see you.
Maybe the moment
When I speak your name
The distance closes
And you do the same
I'll know you.
Maybe the season
That breathes life anew
Breeds and blooms
And brings forth the dew
It leads to you.
Maybe the era
When time is bygone
No more twilight
And no more dawn
I'll remember you.
...Maybe the hope
That still burns true
Will let me look in those eyes
of Cerulean Blue.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
Maybe the day
When I open my eyes
And the crumbled world
Rests beneath the skies
I'll see you.
Maybe the moment
When I speak your name
The distance closes
And you do the same
I'll know you.
Maybe the season
That breathes life anew
Breeds and blooms
And brings forth the dew
It leads to you.
Maybe the era
When time is bygone
No more twilight
And no more dawn
I'll remember you.
...Maybe the hope
That still burns true
Will let me look in those eyes
of Cerulean Blue.
This is something small, currently.
Yet, it flourishes.
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