the slow hazel skies covering my sight
make me dream of stars and light
this monochrome and dusty wind
blows away all that could have been
yet there is still brightness caressing my heart
binding the calloused hands of the dark
finally i can now dream
of what was, is, and could have been
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
the slow hazel skies covering my sight
make me dream of stars and light
this monochrome and dusty wind
blows away all that could have been
yet there is still brightness caressing my heart
binding the calloused hands of the dark
finally i can now dream
of what was, is, and could have been
