Dearest Sunset,
I've watched you an uncountable amount of evenings. I've seen your golden rays strike the mountains with easeful force; eavesdropped while clouds loom over your misleadingly large setting star in anticipation of the approaching night; and missed your shades of grey transform black, while blinking. Your light rays dart out crossing each valley and hurdling every hill and impale my hair a shimmering-red, bringing out the true nature of a person's inner color, boring past all inadequacies, divulging ones splendor bounding about for all to view. I sigh savoring pink clouds as they linger till darkness befalls them and day embeds into night.
Despite any disappointment, I wish upon your descent, though its use may prove innocuous; though my dreams are abused and incessant, continually I will hope. Countless are the hours spent absorbing this radiance. Immeasurable is the worth of these hours. Fragile is this privilege in which I find myself, repeatedly: Sacred solitude resting silently in Gods' embrace. No such light may equal the quaking in my heart. Closer to the divine, for me, is impossible. I devote my faith to the God of Sky, Usher of Light, Nurturer of Time, Provider of Life, and so much more. I haven't capacity for all your sublime immensity.
Many blessings are received, most know it not. My true love shall rest in your eyes, ablaze in richness. Spoken words are dispensable; written words are causeless; and prayers redundant. For you, you see past all pre-disposed dispositions; all counterfeit condolences; and all random rambling. I can feel your hand touch my day-mares, thoughts, and longings that I may hunger. i need not want. Thank you seems inadequate and barren. I am now, and will always remain a faithful apostle of your Nature. Much appreciation extended to my esteemed deity.
In short: You are my Sky.
Sincerely full of your Grace,
Estell R. Breeze
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