Touch the Alabaster Skies A distant future waits for meBeyond the black, turbulent seaMy hopes and fears to be reckoned,Multiplying by the second. Clouds break above the bare oak trees;A distant future waits for me.Dark thoughts pile in as wave crash down.Limbs flail as I begin to drown. I hear the mourning dove’s sad criesandContinue reading “Touch the Alabaster Skies”
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Colleen Keller Breuning 