So secluded am I in the never-
ending abyss of
frozen starlight and stagnant thoughts,
the moment I step into the chill morning air,
I am paralyzed by exquisite
beauty.

I exhale and my breath can be seen in
a slow,
steady fog;
a mist of my mortal life.

This moment is so dense and
immaculate,
I can hardly
move.
My breath fades into nothing and
I am reminded again of my
fading life.

Above me,
the velvet sky is a blanket of dark
icy dreams and soft secrets.
I inhale the darkness into myself.
I realize,
I am
home.