My own personal place beneath the white, above the blue.

The grizzling skies,
Above night time highs,
Our blues seem to blow out.

We are small bones,
Fragile and raw,
Together in piles.

I look at you like you are fire,
And you spread a burn with the smile,
But Iam only a haze in the brown.

& Together  we come together apart
As we scatter with gusts
Yet still toddlers we return 
As  body's sigh and give in
Like admitting defeat
To a heaven that is tangible, collective, and within.