Funny how a shaft of light on a painted wall can spark the senses and leave us in awe.
Today as I sat sleepily with eyes transfixed upon the door. A flash of sunlight reemerged and spilled across the floor. So many feeling flood to front and splash across the wall.
Thoughts of cool summer days and thoughts of frosty fall. Now enter in those sounds of silence that with deafening array, they whisper tender traceries that gently frame the day.
Could it be that in the vastness of a universe filled with light. That somewhere in the darkest corner our hopes can still ignite?
In exploration of infinity spinning to and fro, there is a hand that has emerged which from a dead star grows.
It reaches for a mighty milky way and offers up a prayer, that while it may be fading fast it's reflection will still be there.
As I looked into the mirror I saw a shadowed line. The very moment it occurred I realized that time can be the mirror that reflects our thoughts, It holds them still and fine.
All seemed enamored of this sight, this vision of mankind. Until the day when it occurred that that hand of god is mine ...
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