Stare out
Into the skyline.
Look at
The wavering distance.
Where the illusion of
The sky on fire,
Hinders the word
From hearts of ire.
Golden silver,
Midnight blue.
Let the storm,
Bring morning dew.
Crashing waves,
Flickering lights.
And off into the distance,
You let out the sigh.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
Stare out
Into the skyline.
Look at
The wavering distance.
Where the illusion of
The sky on fire,
Hinders the word
From hearts of ire.
Golden silver,
Midnight blue.
Let the storm,
Bring morning dew.
Crashing waves,
Flickering lights.
And off into the distance,
You let out the sigh.
