The Limits Poem by Renssey Heart Vine

Just like skies, you can see no limits
Love is a decision of endless commitment
Clouds are bundles of memories painted in white.
Those memories created that will stay for life.

I hear the wind whispered in my ears
And feel it touch my skin with a soft caress.
I remember the days you whispered my name
And hug me with the promise that you'll stay the same.

If I can only paint skies with blue.
If I can only stop time then I will.
Skies change colors as time pass by
It will probably turn black where colors are unseen.

The darkest of all where promises are forgotten.
The darkest of all where love is never seen.
The darkest where you lost sight of what's happening.
And still, hold on to the picture drawn by a colorful sunset before it turns black.

Sunsets are a colorful ending to enjoy.
Darkness is the time of rest and realization.
Behind those ending is the new beginning.
Where the sun rises as yourself was rebuilt.

The sky is now back to blue.
And you can see clear things coming through.
Yes, you can see no limits.
But paying attention it was divided by horizon.
Those are boundaries. Those are limitations.