ORANGE SKIES
The bright seasons of pain
The faint whispers from the past
Drawing me nearer
Dreaming in the past
Once all I could see
Were orange skies
Everywhere I looked
I was dreaming while awake
Today the sky is blue
And I still wonder
Why?.. when I think
I begin to dream in orange
Orange skies
Dormant colors arise
Lift to the surface
Manifest in dreams
highland poetry 