Writing with Light

Gold ocean wisps against a solid cerulean sea.

Two bodies -

one rollicks in fluidity, the other placid.

Edges, not found, nor can be traced.

Only rhythm, curve - flow, ebb.

Luminosity, permeates, awarding the scene its pulse -

rise and fall - its breath.

Light is life.

Darkness will steal - melt the bodies into one.

Movement ceasing, vapidness assume.

But -

for now admire, as light inspirits the view.