The Horizon Loves the Sun

What crime have I committed?
To walk against the rhythm of their parade,
To speak in colours they cannot name,
To love without a map or measure?

She was the spark that set my sky on fire,
A fleeting comet I could never hold.
Still, her light etched constellations
On the walls of my soul.

I know she’s not mine, she never was,
A river that only passed through my dream.
Yet I’ll love her quietly, endlessly,
Like the horizon loves the sun it can’t keep.