In Light Of The Silver Sun

on a brisk of fresh grass

I stand in light, aligning forever

they go on endless til a dot
 
in an uncertain nowhere,

burgundy runs thin and sluggish

as the silver sun rolls in the sky
 
meandering through the billowy nothing

I look down at hands unfamiliar,

so this is me transcending to one

only choice....forgiveness,

the brink of falling into a sea of let go.