Outside my window.
Is the sky really this opaque?
Or am I just up in the clouds
In a dream like haze
High on the smog from the city
That saved me
                                                              ­                                          
                                                                ­                                         Sleepy Skies.
                                                          ­   Tonight the sky is as black as my soul
                                                            ­                 And an artificial amber glow
                                                            ­                                                         Filters
                                                         ­                     Thru the gap of my window
                                              And I don’t know whether to be happy or sad
                                           that you are sleeping under the same sky as me.

Lilac Views.
Dawn beckons me from my bed
With a faint purple hue.
I see bright white headlights
That trickle like raindrops
Through the dewy branches.
And as we chase the sun a
pink appears upon the canvas.

                                                        ­                                                                D­ay.
                                                             ­                  Soft beginnings turn to blue
                                                            ­                                   That bites you and
                                                             ­                   blinds you when you stare.
                                                          ­ And it's strange to think without the sun
                                                             ­               We wouldn’t see its colour.