The light caught my eye, I stared mesmerized across the canyon, waiting for the wind to take me away.
The light was almost gone, glorious instances of brilliance, incandescent in form. The candles they flick, the breeze goes by and everything shines with particles of dreams.
The light it fades away and the shadows, they stretch against the wall. I wait to bask in their opaqueness.
The darkness settles across the plain. The light has disappeared and there is no shimmer to be seen. The dreary it comes and I embrace the nightfall. My breath is steady, my lifeblood secure. I wait for the light. I will wait for the light.
The mist it comes, like a ghost rising up from beyond. The first glint of rich sun, unclouded and unobscured, begin to show their glorious and resplendent luminousness.
The light, for she is high in the sky now, radiates brilliant beams. My face upturned, I bask in her glory.
The light caught my eye and I went back to what I know.