Orange Sky

Short Poem

We will meet under an orange sky
I’ll hold your hand in case you cry
And it won’t matter if you do
Because I know I’ll be crying too.

We’ll sit and watch as the sky burns
And keep up hope that as the world turns
A new day will come, and bring a new light
And with it a chance to make everything right.

So even if the sky is no longer blue
You’ll be the one that I’m drawn to
So I’ll meet you then, unless I die,
Under that fiery burnt orange sky.