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Alaskan Grace?
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O happy torment!
My Alaskan grace,
little nudge from God?
The moment before,
sky is only blue
and sun only round
and yellow, bright
But when angels sing!
O sky is blue!
sun yellow round
and bright!
a thousand years
of soaring soul
in the span of a blink
comes crashing down
when mind begins to think
that "This is It!"
the curtain named maya
falls back down
and sky is only blue
and sun is only round
and yellow, bright
but in my now
cleaved soul
the blue stands out
and carries the memory
of that joyful moment.
and the promise.
It's always a bitch trying to write down sublime/spiritual experiences as opposed to the dark and I'm-at-the-bottom-of-a-bottle-of-bargain-scotch ones. But i think you do a great job here. I'm also biased though. I recently hitchhiked through the Yukon and Alaska and I still can't get the blue sky and the burning yellow sun outta my mind.