Southern skies

I look to the clear southern skies when I open my eyes and I see the lightest of blooms
Orange blue purple skies and saffron on the rise when the cosmic tunes
I want to live in a world that noises are all pearls and dropped from your eyes to ring on the strings that bind me to your voice that booms
Love all yellow flowers grow and the indigo but the greatest of all is the darkest red that deepens inside I'd almost say it consumes
I like to see you smile when no ones watching I take a peak when the door is open in rooms
If all was disclosed at once in my mind I think my senses would perpetuate and they'd stretch to the moon.