The sky smiles vibrant,
From spectral dew drop reflections
To the warmth that paints my horizon.
I breath into my eyes the sensation of being alive.
The sunset has always changed,
It would seem I can relate to this fated temporal placement.
I too exist, ephemeral, in time.
Built on the foundation of black and white.
Were it all I knew, I would know not the glory that awaits.
I surrender my entitlement to sight.
Still the world is beautiful, were I to hear and feel it blind...
My eyes open,
The rose on the cheeks of my love come into focus.
Light has become the Moses
That Shepard’s me from darkness.
Forever held by the mother,
He who is blessed with colors.
About the Creator
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