I live in shades of dreams
craters in my brain make way for the imagination to run
into winds of white and purple mist
Shimmering down through my eyes
to shine the rusting youth that always seemed to lack
luster.
I ask why I could never win the
brilliance
of the skies. Of the hawks flying high with so much pride.
Not too much to discourage the observers
but dignified enough to ignite a craving
for growth.
To prosper.
A pedestal
worthy of winning over my sight.
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
I live in shades of dreams
craters in my brain make way for the imagination to run
into winds of white and purple mist
Shimmering down through my eyes
to shine the rusting youth that always seemed to lack
luster.
I ask why I could never win the
brilliance
of the skies. Of the hawks flying high with so much pride.
Not too much to discourage the observers
but dignified enough to ignite a craving
for growth.
To prosper.
A pedestal
worthy of winning over my sight.
