Sand walks through my toes
red pillars gaze through the fog
auburn coffee burns against my lips
the bustle of people fade
as my world is born to haze
I am engulfed in clouds
who forgot their place
in the high sky.
Bells call from their lofty
dark cavern.
Calling me home
with seven dull pangs.
My surroundings start to fade
As i am called back.
But my eyes struggle to focus
on the beauty this posses
burning the lightning
blue eyes into my mind
