Ascending
I sit on the sand; a myriad of stars surround me.
The sea foam nips at my toes, while the wild wind whips across my chest.
I am bare before the booming shore,
And a storm looms upon the horizon.
As a soft drizzle begins to patter on my head,
My tears begin to fall with them.
With my surroundings unknown
And the stars my only savior,
I look to them and pray for protection.
As claps of thunder and strikes of lightning join me in my lament,
I become aware of the absence
Of love, life, feeling.
A numbness encompasses me as the next strike falls.
A new wind rages atop the restless sea.
I feel my body slowly slipping away,
Yet my mind stays standing on the shore.
I rest at last and let the storm rage on.
I join the mist and freely float along.
So with the wind, I live unfettered still.
I never feel the cold of winter's chill.