The way the sky looked

This is how the sky looked, the day to you i was hooked,

It was crisp when the sun rose, it was cold and i had icey toes,

The horizon had colours orange gold and red, for the first time in a while,i jumped out of bed

It was dark in the beginning and then suddenly light,my heart seemed to be beating in all it’s might

There was the sound of birds and bees, chirpring and buzzing in the nearby trees.

As to the airport myself did i pull, my soul seemed to be content, complete and almost full

And when out you stepped, and towards me, broke into a run,

my world seemed to turn, to focus on you instead of on the sun.

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An Ode To A Mariner

Surrounded by people, alone as i sit,I stare out far, at a man in a shiny car.

Boredom takes me to the far away sea,to the sailor surrounded by nothing but blue to see,

As the wind blows,the vessel sails, he sits and wonders how for a person, the heart could wail,

For fond Memories and remembrances haunt him as the sun sets, At dusk and at twilight, when the birds return to their nests.

Here where I am, I wonder if the sea knows, of the mariner and his promising woes.

that he who is surrounded by nothing but waves has no other wish but to escape.

Would the ocean send the mariner to his abode? Away from the sea, towards the shore?

Because an incomplete story would magically complete,With the much awaited return of the mariner’s glorious fleet.