What is this feeling?
I’m floating, drifting among clouds…
No, smoke.
Is it?
It’s blinding, this sense of uncertainty.
Falling into the continuous void.
The hollow aching that hung within me,
Slowly consuming.
Why did it suddenly stop?
I hadn’t expected it:
I didn’t know you would be there.
A hand,
Reaching through the translucent gray screen,
You stretch towards me.
It’s then when I see:
Your eyes, your eyes, I can see them.
They glow, oh, how they glow,
Lone fireflies, dancing in the late summer breeze.
You close your eyes,
And yet they still glow.
That warmth surrounds me now,
A vibrating hum,
Rhythmic, silent comfort.
The clouds dissipate like cold vapor;
I listen to the grass whisper,
Held in your luminescent gaze.
Light, it liberates me.
Light…
