You were my dusk
to my horizon.
As somewhere we were either
rising above
or
s
i
n
k
i
n
g
below.
Hues at dusk kissed the luminosity
clinging to the last vestiges
that were kisses sent
as a parting gift of crimson lipstick
shades upon the atmosphere.
Horizons would be a breath of fresh air,
or downpours of emotion.
I could either be a fresh breeze of inspiration
on a new day.
Or missing you, a deluge of seasonal
falling..
But you always managed to lift me up
no matter the day...
You made me look at what life was,
and to always shine upon the moments
that help me rise higher everyday,
for the
eternity of us...
