All Skies Are Gray

The brillant light of true love can be so bright, you can't look directly into it.

Like a bird, she flew away
gone to the pain of life, with me
taken by the breeze, she sees
all skies are gray

Like the sun she's here, then gone
drawn from me to twilight
to set her sight, on night
and not the dawn

Like the air I feel, she's everywhere
holding her back to breathe
while underneath, I'm free
of a pain laid bare

Like the sky she's boundless, and free
to be at the edge of terminus
where the ominous, stands obvious
of life with me

Like the stars she's brilliant, to shine
bringing my love to far away
scattering the days, that fade,
shimmer then die