Winsome Dove

You are the sign of a pleasant evening 
Layers on top of the layer cake 
Who wants to eat when we'd rather fly 
Into the purple pinkish wisp 

Can you tell me how we got here 
Do we deserve all that is nigh 
Perfect was never on the menu 
Until the yellow went down blue

Loving is outside what we know 
But fleeting these skies reminder glow 
Later than ever we might make it 
Don't generalize what we could be 

Milling around the stationary 
Orbit we drew when the sun went down 
Call out to the rest and please don't leave 
The best is a minute down the wind 

You are the sign of a pleasant evening 
We are the layers of tonight 
Neither will eat we'd rather fly 
Into the purple pinkish wisp 

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