Sheer shards soften stark world-edges
Beckoning, as a stairway, to other-worldly wonder
Tree trunks straight and tall
Proud prayers standing in line
Pointing to paradise.
As sensual, saturated sky, just before sunrise
As low-hanging blue moon, just before dawn.
Lifting, as if by loom, no longer to survive this day
Mystical moments here and vanished
Grainy reality returns
Enveloping the day.
written in response to Trifecta Writing Challenge Prompt: Survive