Etymology

And I stood there beneath the red sky
Held by the laws that define our lives
A lullaby for the eyes
With the stars and the sun
Re-aligned.

The mental pictures have been gathering dust since
Untitled, waiting to be forgotten.

And the clouds floating above gave a bit of comfort
Hiding the thunders that waited to crack the grounds
Shaped like pieces of a puzzle still unsolved,
Craving for something new to be found.

They'll soon be all forgotten
Like all things without a name.

And I stood there, speechless
Trying to register the visions
Overjoyed all that I had seen
If only I could find the right word
To describe the way I could feel.

What you see is what you feel
The only difference is the irony.
Eyes can name what the mind fails to read
And you run out of words when you're most in need.