Technicolor

My heart still warms
When I think of long ago.
When the sky was of silver
And the dawn of gold.

The days of undying joy
As we flew so very high.
Always stepping towards danger,
We could never die.

Nothing was black and white,
More like a scarlet hue,
A violent color of red
Mixed with a navy blue.

I know that in my heart,
memories this true
can never die, and neither
can my love for you.