The sky is made of harmonies.
The hills are made of gold.
My heart is made of footprints
on the pathway heading home.

The clouds bubble up from the horizon
like happiness taking to the sky.

this day never came
not in the way one can hold on to

the gray blurs my edges
until my certainty is lost too

slipping out of solid

time dissolves
nothing changes
nothing stays the same

yet unresolved has never been more peaceful
watching
drifting
waiting

It's that slow surrender
of day to night

the kind you can't believe exists
until you witness it.