The sun shone forever in golden hues.
The twilight sprung forth resplendent in lavenders and blues.
The dilapidation all around stood representative of this unanswered question: why.
There are wishes wished still hiding amongst those blades of grass.
They are waiting for the day when all will be displayed out in the open and embraced.
Time continues to plot a course unknown to us.
Choices curb and pry open the untried road's twists and turns.
Love, though unplanned and unannounced, had nestled into the tepid scenery—ready to burn.