The sun peaks through the sky

Shadows cast down 

and time passes by

The red hills look purple and blue

I look at it and I only see you 

The lights in Vegas are bright

They remind me of the stars back home at night

Sin City never sleeps

But still I dream of you on repeat

As I fly above clouds where the air is thin 

The wind blows you through my mind again 

– kristin l. cook