Hues

Deep hues of plum and claret slowly dance through the sifted clouds, treading leisurely through what we make of as paper towns and lifeless crowds.

You who loom tall and proud over safely like a shroud, walking together has me hoping that the winding roads.

Is it even safe to say that I long for moments like these to stay but when I see your figure against the hues of days, I wish I had the courage to keep this walk home cliché.