The light streams down,
And reaches out to me,
Like the hand of a God,
Painting destiny.
Oh, what I would do,
To reach and clasp that light!
The touch of heaven on skin:
Warm and ember-bright.
If only I had wings,
I’d fly into the sky,
To destiny, immortality,
On an etheric lullaby.
The light shines down,
And reaches out to me,
And though I sink, I sing,
And it ripples,…into eternity.
K. Aldaya, 7/24/15
Picture: takau99: https://www.flickr.com/photos/thailandbeach/; http://fineartamerica.com/featured/underwater-sunlight-takau99.html
