Cry out
In sorrow.
Dream high
From low,
Solo
Silhouette.
Celestial grace
Within the rainbow
Aura.
Aurora rising
Upon night fall.
I Am
Afraid to Be
Brave.
Now blindly
I see Ecclesiastes.
Echoes of the past:
Nothing is new
Under this old
Scorching Sun.
Meaningless meaning.
For nothing is real
Except Nothingness.
Ciera S. Louise, June 28, 2008