grey sky breaks away now
above the clouds now soaring
this, the flight (to you)
skies are always clear
if you stay above the clouds
they call it falling
sun distracts my eyes
from the sweetness of your smile
close my eyes now, dream
crayon clouds above
in a grey blue crayon sky
downpour in my dream
champagne effluence
time now races mas alla*
too soon tomorrow
look at the sky now
it is the color of love
inky blue turns night
distance now between
the dryness of desert air
never to forget
with eyes closed, see me
in memories, we are free
together in thought
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*(mas alla, pronounced “maz ah-ya”, is a Portuguese expression that loosely means “further away”)
