If you look directly at the sun, for a while things around become dull and washed out;
but gradually the shadows return and subtle shades reassert themselves
and you see the transparent lights of daffodils,
the shimmering lights of the evening mist,
the flickering lights on the hair of children, playing,
the quiet lights on the faces of a couple, facing each other silently on a hill…
So many lights, so rich, so subtle –
all reflecting the sunlight and making it so much more.
Tag: lights
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Train
I love train journeys, especially at night.
Lights, lights, lights – they conceal details and smudge shapes,
they fill my eyes – imprecise, beautiful, meaningless…
And the wind – its motion is the same,
it blows the lights through the night and away,
it fills my ears with noise and my skin with sensation –
indistinct, but directional…
It blows the stars out of the sky and memories out of my mind,
and I feel so light without the excess weight…