You ask me why I look up at the clouds
Why I stare at the stars
Why I long the moon
And why I seem to soar in the endless sky

I pity those
who don't look up at the shamrock- chartreuse hues of the mahogany
And miss out the shimmering mist

Stand still with my face in the breeze
Close my eyes and feel its cold embrace
The cold has its unique scent.
It thrills. It chills.
Those who don't sit by the windows
In the evenings
And look out as the world unfolds
when the sky turns azure

The firmament turns pale
The world's asleep
That's when rise

The midnight sun shines so bright
Glimmering lives beneath
A thousand people
And a thousand tales.

I'm in love with the sky

Fly among the aves
Towards the endless horizon
Over the seas and the crust
Watching over, at the world

Walked barefoot on the grass
'fresh cut grass smells of distress
It smells of trauma'
Honey, then I must be a monster
'cause I fell in love with the coarse bermuda.

I'm obsessed with the greens and the blues
With the fragrance and the hues
I'm addicted to the taste
To your clasp on my waist.

The sky turns grey
Lifeless? Tranquil, I say.
Our stark accord
Dead. Tarnished. Desolated.

Give me your hand,
I'll show you off to the world.
Cheesy enough.
Show me your darkness
I'll light up a fire inside
Show me the celestial
And I'll set my soul on fire.

When the cosmos take over
In peace
And in violence.
The show goes on.