Violets and crimsons at war
Over emerald hills.
The sapphire water links the sky and earth.
Just below lies the chapel.
On my left sits a couple,
The woman in a cocoon of beauty,
The man in a suit of debt,
Feasting on sixty dollar steaks.
I then notice then a small boat.
It seemed to be in flight upon the water's reflection.
A man appeared behind the sail.
His shirt flowed and his hair bloomed in the wind.
I put my hand upon the glass,
These are the times that I beg for an escape.
The sun finally disappears
And so to do my hopes of freedom.
I look up at the stars and imagine
How I could feel such openness.
The lights go off all around me,
And with them my illusions cease.
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