In
The
End
All
We
Are
Is
Someone
To
Someone
Else
And
When
That
Is
Gone
So
Are
We
In
The
End
All
We
Are
Is
Someone
To
Someone
Else
And
When
That
Is
Gone
So
Are
We
In the
Late
Twilight
Stars
Still
Shine
Above
Us
Glimmering
Bathing
Heaven
In
Lint
Polka-dots
Of
White
Fire
They’ve
Burned
For a
Million
Years
Like
Your
Eyes
On this
Drowsy
Morn
Your
future
is a step
away
don’t
see
the
path
as a
marathon
see
it as
stepping
stones
across
life’s
river
Water
color
eyes and
hands
draw
paint
across
paper
becoming
beauty
from
your
eyes
world
impressions
stamped
upon
laid
linen
brush
strokes
awaken
unconsciousness
daily
dreams
of
your
water
color
The day
started
with fire
skies
to the east
just above
your head
as you
slowly
woke
with a smile
on your face
dreaming
of something
pleasant
I asked
just you
you said