And the highest we've been is the breathless dawn
Where the stars and empty sunsets fade
There's everything behind us and only one thing ahead
But we plunge on

Reveling in the days that lead us here
Pouring over the future we're here for
Forgetting our 'now'
Forgetting...

Remembering only one thing
And living for our one...
...dream...

And the highest we've been
the highest we've been
the breathless dawn
the distant dawn
the end of hope;
but we never had so much
not a hope for us, yet we fight along
vibrant in our hopelessness
remembering....

the highest we've been is the breathless dawn
where our first recollections began
We've yet to dream an end to our sight
But we're still in the midst of the skies
A place we'd never stray from
A betrayal we would never touch
at the breathless dawn
...the highest we've been...

And the highest we've been is the grieving dawn
where the light and colors swam
Mixing our lives with the light
Infusing ourselves with the colors
Pondering the quiet, incandescent content
Run through with shades of black;
The deepest ancient wounds

The highest we've been was the endless dawn
Where we'd give in to another dream...
...and fade...

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Chase a couple hearts, we could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet

Get.Lost.In.The.Dark.To.Find.Yourself
-sig by Loafers-

An extraordinarily powerful line. It's a sentence that I'll remember for a while, not only for the imagery of twilit flight but also for how you described the dawn as "breathless." The repetition especially drove the point home. Nice originality.

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Oh, thank you! This poem has an interesting, story actually. I wrote a different one with the same first two lines maybe a year ago, only I lost it . For some reason, those lines stuck in my head, and a couple months ago I wrote out a new poem using those lines. I like this one much better anyways. It describes a strange emotion… A sort of happiness, in spite of the fact that there is seemingly nothing in the future to look forward too, a quiet, passive joy just for the beauty of the existence of ourselves as individuals.
Weird, I’m being an optimist in this poem . Most of my other poems are slightly angsty. (Fine, maybe a little more than 'slightly'.) A few of them may find their way on here, though.

Beautiful poem, Forgotten Star! It's so very introspective and emotional. I hope to see more poems of yours in the future!

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