Stillness comes with the sun's dying rays and gold dissolves into darkest cerulean.
Suspended breezes
And prismatic jeweled plain. An expanse of sky and stars where I would remain.
Trees silhouetted
At once comforting and grotesque, taciturn anchors that mark my shipwreck.
Cloudless skies
Without bulwark or storm distraction, Only placidly suffocating grief of my own creation.
This is all that remains
Between me an eternity.
Acceptance. Absolution.
Jennifer D. Behnke - May 18, 2013
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