Grand horizon.

Whilst the clouds form in unison upon the grey mountains high, the sweetest doves all circle back to advocate the sky
There's no comparison to the beauty overhead nor a ghostly apparition that state's that love is dead, for the grand horizon is alive and well here too, and moments of a brighter future take hold within my view, it's the bright side of that rainbow the shimmer in my eye, the correspondent night to fall, beyond the sunny rye,  it's the deepest of forever where I lay my battles down, and find in love there is forever further to be found,  there's a grey cloud that lingers here to somewhere certify,  that no matter where loves fallen to never question why,  the grandest of illusion may dream upon one's waking sleep, and battle there with finest words the love that is soul deep, to all the birds the morning comes with tender heart and wings, but furthermore it is that immortal love that there it just might bring.