Faded Skies

Faded skies
break into clear golden
rays
and as if blown
from the hands
of God
we slice through
the gates of heaven
back into
plain sight of
mortal ground.
Bequethed to us this
tremendous
orb teeming with
the bliss of
life
the sorrow of
death
and an artists
palette of emotions
in between.
And as I look
upon the people
blissfully unaware
of my peering eyes
I feel a sense
of calmness
that comes with
the stark realization
that in the end,
in the end
it is this green Earth
that will swallow
us all.
And alongside rises
the euphoria that
comes with
knowing
my path there
will be mine to decide-
and mine
alone.

A.N.