The sky turns to blue.

I'm thinking it's true.

He said that the sunrise,

brings color to life.

While sitting far away,

my mind begins to sway.

What would he say,

about the sky and the sand?

I wonder, what he would say,

about the wind and cold hands?

First he'd hold back,

then we'd laugh.

What would he say?

Snow drifting softly,

him near me politely.

This time the suns setting, 

and now I'm forgetting,

what he's said before.

I imagine me a bit more...

What would he say,

about the sky and the snow?

Imagine what he would say,

the lights are lit low.

First he'd hold back,

then we would laugh.

What would he say?

Another time, another day,

we watch the stars, so far away.

The moon is kind,

what's on his mind?

Near us are mountains.

The smiles never end.

I know he would be here,

we'd simply adventure.

Formalities aside,

I know he'd take the ride.

Tell me what you would say,

about the rain and it all.

I wonder what you would say;

feel the rush of the falls.

What would he say?