Gettin Hot in Here

Here is another poem I wrote. I'm really happy with the first and third stanza. Not really diggin the second, but I'll work on that later. I was inspired by Angels and Airwaves, all the space and beautiful words.

Orange Sky

Standing below an orange sky
Tell me your dreams I’ll tell you mine.
Everyday beings with brand new
lives. A whole new chance to
strive and make those goals true as sound.
Reaching towards still floating clouds.
I told you once of my favorite place,
where I found you lying in full embrace, of
empty stars and silent stares from
worn out scars and dying flares.
Then you took my hand as
we ran for miles into fields of tulipped smiles.
We stumbled once and rolled up high
Splashing down beneath that orange sky.

I never thought that I would feel
this way, whenever we touch I have
chills that stay. Fill my heart with racing beats
that try and escape in bounding
fleets. My secret wish is to laugh with you.
I miss the half days where I threw,
my arms around your hips
to feel them sway while locking eyes that flew me high.
These are the dreams you wanted
to pry, which make me melt into that orange sky.

There was a crack in the moon
the night we danced. It crumbled, exposed to
our romance. Its white dust crown sighted for
the ground but our toes stayed light
ready for flight. The cosmic streaks
kissed our cheeks and scattered into
flurries of moths. They flutter in a frenzy,
the night comes to an ending. A fire begins
to conspire the sun rising higher. Our night
never died even with an orange sky.