Island castles painted like smoke
All I see is colors, sparks and drums
Carnival parades for our love that reaches the sky
Once I was told magic was only a myth and the clouds hovered above our heads at arms reach
But I feel the magic I’m sure, I feel my heart beat, the thumping
Even here as I reach out, I feel the clouds as I hold on, carrying me to your dream, taking the trail of gods. You’re mine, this I’m sure.
Picture by Delta Whiskey