The Halo Worn Aslant

I shall wander the sand dunes and cotton fields of my youth, eyes wide and hands unclenched to finally face the truth. I shall fly upon my angel wings to find the Alpine pass that Hannibal crossed in legend's lore upon the elephant's back. I will face the Elders Council without fear, but with respect, my questions straightforward, their answers, circumspect. The halo I have worn aslant since time and thought began, shall once again shine golden light upon my fellow man. With calm immortal patience, I wait in fields of flowers wild, and when we are as one again, all will be reconciled. ©Danielle White