I wish you could see this sky.
The sun has broken through the moisture filled clouds,
giving me a glimpse of what I have been missing.
The mountains are lit up by the persistent bright star.
Soft pinks and bright blues cause me to wonder if this is even real…
A fresh layer of snow,
a perfect color-less white,
Reflects all the vivid hues I wish I could recreate…
The clouds hang so low,
I am almost certain I could reach up and wrap one around my wrist,
in hopes that it will pull me away…
What does it mean,
when the world makes your heart flutter?