the horizon cuddled with clouds,
my stare ascends into the gray.
I ask, are you proud?
my voice trembles out loud,
but my chest is warmed
to a sensation that is powerful, profound.
the eternal struggle between this space:
soul and thought.
the distance glows as the linkage grows
in this serene moment your memory has brought.
I wish to thank you
but my gratitude is superior to any adjective.
It is through my deeds that your spirit is relived
continuous as the clouds in the sky
I shall seek guidance above,
with two buoyant eyes.