by Josh Stone
On a precipice of faith stands I
Small staring at the stars
Those fiery souls who light my sky and
Cast shadows onto brightest doubts
They are my friends and I
Will be among them soon
Without fear to hinder
Or dread to send my path askew
Through those stars will I roam
Purple plumes of gas giants
In those carbon fields will I graze
Spending each breath among the grains of life
Who so selflessly fill the sky with splendor
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