Under an amber sunrise

Under an amber sunrise
The world becomes empty
And sadness envelopes my mind
Beauty is at arms length
But, just beyond my grasp
Brown world's in a crystial bottle
Arms that hold my imagination
And shooting stars that never bring wishes
I stare off into miles
Counting every passing desire
And each one becomes another false hope.
The future brings the past
And tomorrow will be the same
As journey to a need become infinite
Pictures in my head of the perfect creation
And arms that can reach the moon
But dreams become reality
And my beauty is the Sun.