Far away, I pray to a Being outside
my dimensional frame, orthogonal
to my space and time, a spiritual
place or realm for a better name
for brokenhearted sunshine
that comes from somewhere
parallel, not here, far away I pray
for another day, added to my story
ore from glory, where gold is found
ballast keeps, my feet to the ground
line, under brokenhearted sunshine.
© Jan G. Otterstrom F.
September 27, 2015