The light of day fades
And I stand, staring at the sun.
Hues of pink, purple and orange
Cascading to the horizon.
The trees lose definition in the distance
As they become a dark mass.
Slowly, small pin pricks of light
Begin to dot the night sky.
And I stand under the canvas
Painted across the heavens.
Breathing deeply I feel the cold air
Immersing my lungs.
For that moment my burden sail,
Flying up to the night and the moon
And my mind floats freely.
For that moment
I am unbound from earthly chains
I soar among the lights of heaven.
And that makes all the difference.
Among the Oaks and Mist 