Of Painted Skies and Dancing Lights

In the temple of dancing light, strokes of vibrant green, streak across the sky, giving way too melting blues and pinks. Like waves crashing over each other, it walks itself deeper into darkness. Leaving a trail behind; the painted sky The perpetual whip of the wind lashing at the skin Bites of the northern air, the musky scent of pines pierce the senses, every step a mile closer, and further away. A tapestry is woven With the eternal threads of reality Showing scenes unspoken Before my eyes A glimpse of light through the still drawn curtains A glimpse beyond the veil The grass, that lay beneath My feet, laced of morning dew Lead me to the evergreen Cresting morning light