Bleakest complexion at the water's edge.

Oh, silence, you're weighing me down.

My heart sinks in humility.

What, then, does safety mean to us?

You proceed into the earth from figments of dreams. 

Incarnation.

The sky torches my body and my ashes are spread over the sea.

Galaxies of constellations lead me in favor of something greater.

Discover the plains of heaven in dire consequence.

Save me from myself.

End this life.

Soothing, rhythmic trance. Satellites. Clouds. Cast is my breath in rays of falling rain. Descending with the time. Uphold my eyes.

The Divine Appointment

Shifting in spiritual terrain, walking the corridors of god, bearing goodness, granting smiles. The exchanging of light and reason. Powerless, I project my breath toward the peaks. Silently, I cry: I nuzzle my head into the moonlight with crippling hesitation. Dreaming upon November stars, I plea for flight. I wish for warmth. I long for this passion to retain shape. To take place. To find grace.