wildtidewords

The sky was bathed in gold. Colour dripped in long strokes across a tapestry of beauty. The very air seemed alive with light; like bubbles in champagne. It was as if the world were ending, as if the universe were falling and all we could do was watch; hand in hand as the stars fall. But no, no the world doesn’t end in fire and blood, but in the suns longing kiss with the horizon. Here we can dance and sing to the skies. Chase the stars and cry to the unyielding universe above. Here we can jump around campfires and laugh as the embers flirt with the wind. Here the ocean is as deep as our hearts. We may not know much, and we may not be rich, or famous but my god, imagine how happy we’re going to be.