Horizon
The westward-facing window rose above the girl in the stairwell.
She watched the near-setting sun fall,
Blazing golden yellow and casting its rays of light on her face.
Glad for the warmth, she smiled, then sighed.
She understood that the ethereal sunset was so beautiful,
Because heaven was receiving an angel.
It was a bittersweet feeling, sorrow and joy, longing and elation.
The girl rose and the dream dissolved.
For a myriad of days she looked westward, waiting and wondering,
About the vision and the glory she was yet forbidden to see.
The sound of a thousand choirs filled her heart,
As she was reminded of the one who made the star that gave her warmth.
She smiled at the sun knowing that for every sunset there would be a sunrise,
Knowing that the stars and moon were given to guide her path in darkness,
And that she too would follow the path of the sun until the final rising.
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