Golden Silence,
Sun so new,
A soul enslaved,
by a gentle sleuth

Volatile Skies,
Cry out their pain,
Screeching down,
Perilous rain.

Painted Colors,
Pelt the world,
Sorrow made fair,
By a charismatic identity.

We stand behind the glass,
Forms moving in the dark,
I should have kissed you,
If the rain,
Had lasted a minute more.