Hardly Our Horizon

When the sun paints passion
caressing my heartbeat,
I know you are near.
Whether among dreamy clouds
or on heated ring of fire,
you dangle by a thread
waiting for bliss to begin.

You can catch me
because picturesque portraits
won't always intrigue.
Soon I'll be the one

critiquing destiny.

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Inspired by this lovely picture:

http://dark-remorse.deviantart.com/art/Don-t-Wake-Me-Up-103587202