Silver Clouds and Golden Sunsets

My heart weeps in silver clouds, to echo the beating of an empty sound. A tear of rain falls from my face, as sunlight warms me from his grace. A silhouette of lovers mirrored in glass, I remember fondly of one lass. We met one morn at the crack of dawn. It was through her that I felt strong. We gazed into each others eyes, beholden to golden sunsets before the night. The silver clouds had disappeared, I knew true love had drawn near. Golden sunsets lined the sky, as lovers dreamed, and bad memories died. We carried each other past silver clouds. Our hearts quit beating but our love didn't drowned. We came across some blood red skies and counted golden sunsets before each night.