39: Twinkled Pink

The sky twinkled pink, On a freezing cold night. My longing gaze drifting past The frosted windows.

Time fades as minutes blur, Silent voices calling from the woods. My body remains trapped inside, While my heart wishfully follows.

Thoughts of pastels and rosy hues, Flood my mind with dreams. For once I dare to imagine, Whether my heart could float to the stars.