the beauty

the things in our lives that we dream of
waking back up to the sun
seeing the truth with a blink of an eye
you know when your day has begun
it seems too much to remember
every song, every lyric, and sound
with love we can try
to fill our emerald skies
keep us safe and warm and can never be found
the sparkling waves from sapphire stars
lights shining from the blueberry moon
it never grows cold, it never dies down
the night is to hold, with the world spinning round
the whispering words would all mean the world
and the clocks would all sing a song
wth a tear or a sigh
amethyst in the eyes
of the ones holding close, until the end of time