Whimsical Nights

Celestial

The story of a life, and our lives.

Of a girl, and of each of us:

who begins anew.

Stepping from the protection

of a dusty house

from the sheltered memories,

She wanders from old,

and into the new.

The chill of approaching evening

stalked her every move

frosting the amber field,

through which she journeyed,

with a thin layer twilight.

It was a time where there was no night,

there was no day.

The sun nor moon fought for dominion,

each surrendering celestial thrones

bowing to the prospect of equality and peace.

The light from the heavens rested on a tree

which swayed in the center of the golden waves of wheat.

It was stripped of mortality,

turned to a crystal state of blue

from the soft light.

The girl paused to study the godly tree,

which seemed to know freedom

yet was staked to the middle of a field,

for, perhaps, a bit longer than eternity.