parhelion
ovenbird In the afternoon, when the day turns its face towards my bedroom window, sunlight splashes against my eyelids. With my eyes closed I watch the shadows shift. I sense the moments when the wind pushes the leaves aside and lets the sky come through. It's the same with you. Time is too thin a thing to keep me from feeling the shape of you moving through the world. Distance fails to darken the dappled pattern of your heart. Your face is almost too bright to behold. You are a light refracted by ice, sun shattered by hexagonal prisms. You are the afterimage that flares eternally in my mind’s eye, never further than a blink. 251006
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ancasa.reyn i learn so many new words from you. 251007
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