Burning Window

Outside is breaking through my window with an orange flame, a sunset that seems to be fighting. And another day is gone. The moon will glow and the stars will shine so lonley. With memories floating through the air, carried by clouds on the wind. I wonder, this world cannot have been made. It is too beautiful and rare. It has to be magic. Explosions and falling water, mixing up a new potion of being, one that the universe and the gods have never seen. But, to feel alone in this world is to feel deep within it, so deep that you are beneath the soil and the rocks. Hope keeps you alive knowing that there is beauty out there somewhere, even if your view is some what restricted. Hope shall keep you breathing, and the stories of fate and love will keep you yearning.