The Perfect Place

Crushed copper scented breath
The final drops drying fast
Early morning mist, kissing my gossamer face
The perfect precipice for soaking in the sights and sounds
of the raging rocky river below
My familiar dark sky starting it’s journey into softness and light
For time eternal I dreamed of this

And then she comes
with golden arms
An embrace I learned to fear; but so missed and desired
Tiny blisters quickly decorate my skin
Toes tingling with anticipation
Arms outstretched
It’s time.

A leap
Falling floating flying
Smiling as I wither and melt
Freedom and Peace

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