I touch the sky
My hand trails
Languid amongst clouds
Sun hides
Remembrance of colours
Hues of our world
Layers weighed down
Red like my hair
Bright in the sunlight
Honey golden like yours
Green, highlighted gold
Streaked dark
Above the blue of dreams
Below, the weighted sky
Are you
Missing
When we should fly
Drifting, dreaming
Inert amongst the stars
Bathing in the sun
Centres of our own universe
Hand in hand
Between our dream
And our sky
You and I

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