atmosphere

Memories fade and go,
sink beneath the sea - of dreams.
Clouds float past on gasps of air,
and where they're headed? Oh we don't know,
perhaps to the edge of the sky, and then drown in
shades of blue - tinted orange, red, pink, purple, golden, and
now the sky's on fire. Oh how brilliant!

Turn the world upside down, to satisfy desires that
stretch throughout the universe - there is no end,
it is limitless, like the ocean crashing upon the rocks at dawn.
Colorless stays the atmosphere, where ripples in a pond somewhere
are drifting toward the edges of the land.

Catastrophe is a spectacle, plucked of emotion,
we are frozen - unable to move on. It is distant, in the background,
Can you hear it? Silence.

Gather the stars,
we're sailing the ocean tonight
in our little boat of dreams put together with sticky glue and stardust
and maybe some memories too.

We shall be beautiful angels, sailing into the sunset
or dawn, whichever we choose

the end.

a.n: I would like to give a huge thank you to sylvia's syndrome. The e-mail that I recieved from you, what you said really inspired me. Thank you so much.