Colors in the Sky,
Blues, Corals, Seen Only When
Chilled Earth Whispers Fog
You Can Almost See
Color Above the Marshes,
In the Trees, The Sky
You Can Almost See,
As the Earth Cools, The Colors
Of our Rising Dreams
Street Signs Shining
Like Beacons for Navigating
Ambiguous Shores
Calling Out to Us
To Journey, To Set Out, Not
Knowing Where we Go
Another Winter’s Dawn
Drawn in Symphonies of Gray
And Played in Silence