the eye the light
every shadow looks better than it might have
decade ago when life was more magical
but less fulfilling or maybe one might say
less untethered to the many expectations.
we age and the silver and the gray
all merge into a vision of living closer
to submerged elements brought forth
with pleasantly realized joy.
shadows persist where light goes
where images coalesce behind our eyes
but even as we creak about
groan in little bits of pain
there is surprising wonder
still to emerge
hearts and
minds
life and life
surrounding
compounding every detail
front and center
into the break
the path
the
eye
the
endless
light.
