Poem - Orange Skies

From my poem collection "City lights"

Strolling down your streets of old

looking up

You are high, faraway in the sky

you meet with the clouds

lost in someone's dream.

I breathe the air

and listen to your heart beat

your alleys have so many stories to tell

I am here to listen

I am here to tell.

You make me feel contempt,

you make me, finally, understand.

What all this is about.

When we are together, walking hand in hand

shadows do not scare me

time does not frighten me

my dreams do not feel empty.

Every time it is like you are blushing

and waiting for me to arrive

to say your name

to feel your presence, your magic

I hear you whisper

you are still a stranger, but you feel like home.

And all I see are Orange skies...

And all I dream are Orange skies...

And all I cry are Orange skies...

And all I want are Orange skies...

I miss you even when I'm here.