If only I was blessed with the gift of song

I'd belt something pure enough to describe

The purity of your smile, the lumience of your soul

If redemption came in living form

It would be through your rasping voice

the bird still sings

it comes to nothing

the sky is grey and endless

the sun is blotted away

but the clouds are too light for rain

The sunset is dyed.

The color of the sky is beautiful.

Soothe your mind;

Absorb the calm scenery

Wrapped in your arms, talking idly

Quiet time flows

Violet clouds at the end of the day

Give peace of mind

In the days that follow tonight

Cherish this moment, the sunset falls

Precious scenery will remain in the heart

slowed wind

tiny glaciers melting

a year is born

love comes and goes

like a torrential wave

a sweet scent in the air

it began and ended

the way of the wind