Flying Under Colors:

As the day's gate begun to close,
The waves tossing at the bay,
The deep sea trouncing our souls,
Taking my graze away from the fray,

Sun blazing on the horizon,
The sky deep with red,
Bodies piled into the boats,
I never heard what they said,

Their voices trompled by the bleak,
The beautiful sunset pounced into the night,
The sky darkened until consumed,
Yet it was still a majestic sight,

As the fray continued it's march,
Into the deep blue sea,
My gaze frozen into time,
For I had seen a great beauty,

A smile hazed,
A mind at ease,
I heard your heart,
buzzing alike the bees,

Your soul taking flight,
Holding the light's past,
The fray faulters into a frinzy,
Yet you were steadfast,

Your hand great,
Your might straight,
All I could muster passed,
And you were sailing under our great mast.