Then one day I decided to look to the left and saw a sky that was lit with strawberry tinted powder puffs.  
This purple and pink persuasion of the possibility of what dreams may be

Then I look to the right and saw this milky, sweet honey of golden embodiment.  
Wrapping gently round the mountains so the delicate light seemed to envelope its curves.  Spreading vastly in to the great beyond that is the city.

Sherbet  vs. custard

Who shall win?

Seperated by one sole bridge

Heading east quickly in to the decadence of tomorrow
Watching wistfully as the vibrant colors fade to muted exhuberance

The sunlight still reflects off the skyline like nothing ever happened
Burning gold
With fervent fervor
And purpose all its own.

Gold melding in to blue,
Swallowing the remnants of pink and softly reflecting the remaining flecks of violet
Dissipating in to the solid night sky