Chasers of Waves

Amber grains of light spill from our mouths as the light catches it's first illuminated dream.
We lay in fields of clover, and softly breathe sheep filled breathes that hang like clouds along the painted sky.
I promise you I would not do this different as the angels lighten the mood with the soft harmonies of silence among the woken.
Under the trees we sleep painted faces dance along the rhythm of the tunes that echo and boom on heart strings that live in memory of him.
Living faces extending with poise, and such grace they expands and shrink like morning dew then run hand in hand off the cliffs below into the skyline breaking blue.
Castles crumble with sand in the most exploding chase as the sky bleeds fifty shades of orange, blue, into yellow sunrise as the blue veils it slowly drifts among and off.
Laying into soft dew, such rich poetry wouldn't begin to explain the ships have set sail as we slink 20,000 leagues into such deep escapes.