Alaskan Sky by Tiger Walther-Gingold

The sky was painted pastel, 

With hues of gold, pink, and orange.

The cold air tangled our hair, 

and kissed our rosey cheeks.

Our forest filled eyes met, 

while our hands gently pulled together.

He spoke a soft symphony of words, 

and I sang alone with them.

Our souls became entangled,

and we soon became one.

Unfortunately this story, 

was one once written

about star-crossed lovers…

Baby   come   back    to    me,

Under, 

The Alaskan Sky