Thursday, May 28, 2015

Descending Everywhere

Sitting at dusk
All the other worlds come 
Alive, as the 
Light slants into 
The earth's far side.
Billions of souls
Meld under one fine 
Canopy, the one that floats 
Above us all,
Harboring cries and whispers. 
We make our way
Beyond the waiting veil. 

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