As silent sunset sinks below

the helm of skyline

pink with glow…

A grateful heart

does feel the need,

to offer thanks mindfully.

See the light

know the dark,

struggle onward,

till we bleed…

through ascension

we are freed.

As we go,

so we are,

all is now

no matter the plan.

Tis a roll

of the dice,

here or not,

will I make it

through the night?

Now the stars,

come out to say,

onward skyfall,

dazzling display.

Ahh the dreams

they let us play,

onward facing

the bright new day!