The colour of marmalade
Stuck in the sky,
Under clouds of the past.
And the stillness of my heart
Rang bells,
From the shards of glass.

Ignite the stars,
Such a beautiful sight
As it illuminated my path.
The moon absquatulated;
Leaving a quite ringing,
From my beating heart.

Guarded walls lay about
My hurting heart,
Tall as trees, strong as rock.
Whispers from my aching heart,
Try to answer
The other lonely heart.