When the sun rises in the morning, I see splashes of reds, pinks, oranges, yellows, and blues against a backdrop of black clouds and the spires of nature
And when the skies are the color of cotton candy, that's when I take a picture.
I love to capture the moment when a new day is born, rising out of the earth, climbing it's way up, casting a beautiful glow in the once dark sky.
Today, I rose earlier than the sun but when the moment came for an explosion of colors to be splattered against a canvas of light, all I saw was a thin line of orange and grey.
Despite not seeing the beauty of a colorful sky I saw the beauty of a gloomy one, just like what you once saw in me.
While a blend of blood orange and hazy days pink can draw any eye towards it, you once had your eyes trained on the waves and ripples of grey against the sliver of orange, of light.
You had your eyes on me.
Cause we were like that once.
You were my beautiful glimmer of light and I an ocean of gloomy grey yet you saw me as beautiful as sunrise you saw.
You shone through me, and made me glow shades of reds, pinks, oranges, yellows and blues.
But now, your glow has disappeared, and just like today's sunrise, the gloomy grey skies swallowing the thin line of orange, of hope, and the birds continued to sing and my camera continued to snap as this gloomy day began to swallow me whole, and my dreams of your reds, pinks, oranges, yellows and blues.