a horizon filled in with color.
A beautiful thing that fades away,
that can only be remembered.
The sky darkened with pain,
lit by only a few successful stars.
Every night these lights shifted,
unhappy with their position,
constantly trying to be brighter,
always uncomfortable just the same.
To me they looked like lanterns,
soldiers marching their way home.
Dawn's sun became their freedom,
an oversized rainbow in the sky,
A hope for more tomorrows,
when tomorrow may not come.
