I'll find you in the golden hour
I see your eyes in the trees
when the world, for an hour, is rimmed with glow
I'll look for you in the leaves.
I'll find you in the pink hour
I see your smile in the sky
when the clouds are rosy and candy-sweet
I'll look for your reply.
I'll find you in the gray hour
I see your tears in the rain
when the rivers swell and fog descends
I'll look to ease your pain.
I'll find you in the black hour
I see your figure in the dark
when streetlamps smirk and when stars wink
I'll look for your bright spark
I'll find you in the blue hour
I see your heart in the air
when the world is a silhouette and the moon yawns deep
I'll look and see you there.
Comments
This special association you make between color, atmosphere, and emotion blends so seamlessly. There is an ache to this piece. I went for a second and third read; it was too beautiful not to.
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