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Author: An Insomniacs Rebellion
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/General - Reviews: 3 - Published: 11-17-05 - Updated: 11-17-05 - id:2050846

Glittering Fall Glory

Dancing down the street into a bright orange sunset
Filtering through the trees
Spinning in a sun-dappled circle of leaves
Sitting on a cool brisk breeze
Bringing with it a damp and fresh promise of a new
Beginning
Lifting your face to the cold wind and
Feeling the blood rush into your cheeks
Spreading your arms out and
Floating on the dew-damp grass into sweet green oblivion
Inhaling the dark new earth of fall
Exhaling the dry old earth of summer
Watching the frost build on the fields in the early hours of the morning
Listening to the birds wake the world to sunshine
Streaming through a foggy window
Leaning back into a pale dawn
Reflecting over a smooth and untouched surface of water
Breathing in the rich morning mist
Breathing out the radiant rays of wonderful freedom
Soaking in the waves
Crashing off the rocks of a cliff face you and you alone stand atop
Looking out to a beautiful steel horizon
Scanning the wispy clouds for some sort of clue on what it means to be human again
Closing your eyes and
Chasing all thoughts away
Reminiscing the days you were small
Running through the tall grass with the wind on your heels and the sun
Shining over your shoulder
Diving for butterflies and
Rolling down that steep incline that took you so far away yet so close to everything
Laughing to no one and about nothing
Swinging your feet higher into a sky so blue it hurts to look at it
Gripping the chains that should have bound but instead set free
Releasing your hold on those chains and gravity
Flying through the energetic air
Landing on reality with a new perspective
Knowing that defying physics is possible
Laying flat on your back and
Gazing into the deep dark sky dusted with the diamonds of kings
Dreaming of the day when you could reach up into them
And they're real.



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