Picture We Leave

Dreams like
chalk to citadels,
light to beauty.
These orange skies above me
and your hand in mine.
The castles of our youth
we sit in their meadows.
Glimmer in the seas,
I see in your eyes.
Shadow of the stars,
I see in your hair.
Beauty of beauties,
I see in you.

There's no-one here now.
And I can only smell your fragrance,
it brings me to the fields you stand in.
And I can only feel your charm,
it takes me to the realm of your love.

Our paths intertwined
like the storm and the rain.
But we are the calm and the drops
of water,
upon your crimson lips,
I stand a chance.

For now we return,
though I wished we could stay.
To the embers and to the
burning scars of loss.