I touched down in the Northwest quarter, the transit measure took more out of me on this occasion than upon any other ‘jump’ I’d made previous.
My feet found their way to The Capital, which too had become the heart of all winterdom. There was talk of the interior, of snowfall in the desert. Violent words tinged mild sentiments, beneath the ashen tumult; frigid and mercurial, the canopy was churning.
As I lay entombed in the depth of night, I beheld you in a vision. Draped about your perfect form the raiment of your station, a goddess fierce as is divine; crowned in adamantine.
I stepped into cold clarity, fathomless win’try black. Shooting stars traced brilliant arcs, high up o’erhead; speeding me upon my path, back across the line.
We soared into the firmament, to chase the fleeting dark. The dice now thrown we surged forward, away from breaking dawn.
These boots I set upon the shores, of more familiar ground; through warm bright air much headier, I walked amongst the echoes. There beneath the flow’rd arches, and ’tween ribbons of light; I felt nothing but splendid love, my grin unleashed with might.
Though pensive some, admittedly; about this future-rising. Through freedom found empowerment, I make my dreams come true.