It is the peace
Of this moment
It seems to flow
Out, down, along
Familiar creases
Of an aged and worn,
Tired face gazing up
Slight smile playing
A sigh so soft, goes
As colors, every one
I had ever known, rise
And falling, but gently
Floating and growing
Once free those lips
Smiling now, slightly
These shades feel right
Like lightning in a storm,
Waves crashing, the sun rising
Outside of time, I am,
Brilliant and wonderful
I escape, this,
at long last
Reuniting, as
and of now
every color
of this, that, known
Now, this
The way of ending
that thought, so brief
Than, No more
and I am at peace.
I am found.  
Content.
Welcomed Home.
I am returned,
Unto and throughout,
Every rainbow,
all the colors of this world.

I am...

Beautiful.