Thoughts going miles away,
Catching up with the dusk of dawn.
Exploding with colors of the Northern Lights.
Speaking with their own tone,
As it spreads,
Like the cold you get,
That seems to haunt you for countless hours.
The trees growing leaves,
The ocean taking a rest brake on the shore.
The colors in the sky,
Getting the blues from the misery of unknown souls.
Turning to thick black,
Hiding all the pain.
Rain running down,
As the tears get absorbed into the land above.
A shudder thrill,
Pinching your stomach as something great has happened,
As if feelings,
Is the only thing that effects anyone anymore.
Creating the world.
Drawing out the map,
That I yet, still follow.