Dawn To Dusk

22nd March 2010

In the lightest of days, The sky is warmer than the air surrounding it, I still try to aim high, I still try to shoot for the stars. The meaning he holds to me is smaller than I will have for them, The meaning she holds for me makes me smile more than they have ever made me, Between them I’m the smallest, Possibly the youngest. Somehow I look up to them, the same way I look up to the stars. It will never hold much more than what it is now, And I will never smile more than they might cry. They hold me, with distance, I take it in my stride with Stars falling with Comets dashing - Beyond what is dark.