life beyond my eyes

i can still remember
the amber days of sunny blue puddles
and crisp october air

those were the days
when awakening in the dawn
of a promising new day held promise

each new minute
would hold a golden key
impressions of endless moments

i couldn't imagine or mirror
the countless improbabilities
that happened haphazardly

disbelief would simply
make me too afraid
and i would be too fated out

or perhaps i already am
in a different tenor
that promise held high losses

regardless
such orange days come back
in lightrooms and even in darkness

i could see loveliness
and forget the mess
of bottled promise