Your Sky Is My Horizon Poem by gregory collins

Every day the sun sets fire to all that i love,
and i do not think time will do you any harm while i am concerned.
Time just a little bit of a daydream when the world comes in desperately breathing,
turning around and around the earth's worst troubles;
Knowing what it means to say love is just dreams and go barefoot on her tongue.
But to the world where you are counting from,
from the streets like swollen stomachs locked in the womb.
I have a ring of confidence and know the reason not to cry.
I hear you think and the words are always light around a corner.
Where it is true what they say: Freedom is spending without a care,
and every day the sun sets fire to all that i love.