Leighann Summers

Bright lines overtake my eyes as I look up to the ever-shining sky.

How does it look so different yet always look the same?

Light shines through the windowpane while I watch the shadows wane.

Something about the colors makes my sorrows drain.

Sight blinds those who admire the oranges and yellows too long.

Fight longer to see past the length of a lover’s song.

Color is beautiful, just try not to admire it forever.

Sunsets are ugly – said no one.