From the pre dawn light I pulled:
reflections from the skyline,
the roads from the city,
and the colour pink from a budding sunrise.
And with these things I collected,
i built you a landscape - a place for us to live.
From the whispering of strangers I borrowed
words about love and wild hope,
and short, stuttered breaths that for me,
mean excitement. And with these tools,
I made a song for us to sing.
From the shifting hue of your eyes i gathered
Grey for the morning,
blue for the afternoon,
and navy that rests against
dying light.
With all these things, compiled last night,
I constructed a meandering dream
that I can wander into when I'm alone
and feel whole and rested and pure.
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