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A canvas of void splattered with starlight Ever distant in its comfort Much like the encroaching breath of uncertainty Belying the fizzle of anticipatory reunion
The frames lightened upon each reprise Revealing unknown melodies of laughter and love Until the light revealed such wondrous beauty before me And the sky ceased to exist
No longer am I to be known as a king of the clouds Rather a bard traversing the galleries below Finding joy within details once overshadowed By idealistic portraits of expectations
Yet I fear despite my melodies The lines will smudge and color will run Leaving another muddy memory I will look back on in fear and sadness
So ask again In a week a month a year How the sky looks And hopefully I’ll reply
I don’t know