Light Breaks Water

like sunlight upon the skin of the world A hush before the morning breath, then gold unfurls across the lake— fine trembling lines that softly press on ripples trailing in their wake. A shimmer slips through woven reeds, each glint a whispered, fleeting thought; the surface stirs with quiet needs, light dances where the dark is caught. So thin the veil where sky meets deep, so tender every gleaming seam; the water wakes from shadowed sleep to drink the warmth, to hold the gleam. And in that meeting, time dissolves— the hours melt in liquid glass; where light breaks water, life evolves, and breath and radiance slowly pass. ---