Echoes

A piece about the eternal play of darkness and light, night and day, up and down, and the human part in it all. The poem below:

Shadows

playing on my skin,

penetrating

my landscape,

my vision

evaporating.

White, grey,

black, white again,

waves crashing,

crushing

away, away

with me, them.

I lay

still, rippling,

they go through

sediments

of dust, fine,

sawtooth.

Waves, shades

skinning my play,

raw, black, grey,

white again,

glimpses of bones,

soul, passing openings.