watching the sunrise holding onto the railing on a boat.
morning quite subdued, with happiness glowing blues.
till our only mission in life bespeaks to fight against what we speak.
fiery flames of color herald change and a new day.
nature crumbles away.
love where nothing exists burns into obsession.
the sun, like the moon and stars, is our guardian. our mother.
alone, the moon carries its weight in life. and never does someone lend a hand to shoulder the burden.
the stars are everlasting steady guardians, watching us as we live and die, and love and lose.
blue hour settled around us.