Eastern Sky

by Gary Sackett

2014-01-13 16.11.14

Posing, Eastern Sky

Through the cold, touching my face

the prism of light, the colors 

I beg to reappear.

Puts a smile on my face,

Knowing,

in my downward gaze.

Its a flashing moment

the bliss between,

these mortal lashes.

Being.

Human.

Opposing, Eastern Sky.

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