Partial Sunrise

Diamond in the rough.
The raw gold darling.
We belong where the clear blue skies are,
Where the mountains blow the thick cold breeze,
Where the aurora sunrise creeping the door each morning,
Where the lakes are crystal clear,
Where our vowels can run poetically.

And your clever ideas, ideas, ideas.
And my vivid dreams, dreams, dreams.
We will cruise the ocean of life.
Fall in love with each other's wits all over again.
Every single bit of millisecond.
As the atoms break down into two, the closer we get.
The closer they break.

(Inspired by the Fitzgeralds)