As silent sunset sinks below
the helm of skyline
pink with glow…
A grateful heart
does feel the need,
to offer thanks mindfully.
See the light
know the dark,
struggle onward,
till we bleed…
through ascension
we are freed.
As we go,
so we are,
all is now
no matter the plan.
Tis a roll
of the dice,
here or not,
will I make it
through the night?
Now the stars,
come out to say,
onward skyfall,
dazzling display.
Ahh the dreams
they let us play,
onward facing
the bright new day!
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