the horizon may just as well be ablaze for my love for you. my fears, and my prospects. our love, fears, prospects. do i hope for this? strive to accomplish it. or run and hide. take the pastel colours of the day i’ve been given. or paint my own world with the palette you’ve placed before me. sunrise is a new tomorrow. a new life. our life. together. flames of our passion will disintegrate into the ashes of the night or fade into a new day with the world at our feet. everyday with you brings forth a new sunrise, but nevertheless the sun. different colours to add, to use and express. without you there may be sun, after a winter of night, but no sunrise. no new beginnings or prospects. just the expected.