Pink Sky

when we’re enraptured in

unreality’s joy, fictional peace

the sky looks brighter than

it used to be

when i looked up at the sky

i forgot what was real

the soft pink of the moon

broke fiction’s appeal

i just want to stay here forever

under this pink sky and moon

pray to God they won’t change

and won’t leave me too soon

i would be fine if the world was a lie

but under this sky, i thought for a moment i’d try

to live in this moment of pinkish wonder

right until the sun flies down and under

periwinkle sky and

gleaming white moon

stay with me until

i can bear to leave you