Blue Skies

I felt the hairs on the back of your neck,
Prickling in the wind,
Resplendant in todays air,
Struggling with future wars,
Peeling art into wallpapers weakness,
Disecting the pattern to the door.

In the nights institution,
With fluorescent midnight gardens,
We'll return for you dearest,
When the horizons clearest.

Fluorescent torrents an occupying treat,
My daisys I beleive has a sweetness,
Is this a seminary, What can I see?
Am I departed? Am I really me?

Registering coastlines,
Sabotaging breadlines,
I was told of your goosebumps,
I've seen the courage take hold,
And it made me sad,
You taught me of blue skies, I saw them in your eyes.