The sky cries
in tears of jeweled blue
in a touch of rain
beyond the pain
of lost control

while this all becoming whole
reaches to the very soul
of who we are

and there, a distant star
shines brighter
for the tears we shed
and the joy that we imbed
in this frame of mortal immortality

as we learn to finally be
no more than only this
the gift of self
that was put upon the shelf
in days of youth

yet these emotions that we bare
and in flow of movement share
become a gift, a grace
within the time and space
that skies imbue


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