I looked at a painting of lofty birches with their silver barks bathed in the rich colours of sunset. And of the sun peeking through, setting the falling leaves of gold to fire. And I saw him in the warmth of its rays and the blaze of its flames.
I looked at clear blue skies, scarcely a white cloud to be seen. I witnessed a raven bird take flight in heights I'll never scale, and beheld the dance of its wings to the tune of the wind. And I saw him in the cool breeze that blew the white blossoms away.
I looked at the lightening that pierced the dark twilight and I swirled in the pouring rain it bought forth. I jumped when thunder struck, but out of a primeval thrill that sparked inside me, not out of fear. And I saw him in the energy that ran in my veins that moment.
I looked at my smile in the mirror, and the sparkle in my eyes was enough light in the dark room. And I saw him in both, as cause and consequence.
But look where I might, I cant see him anymore.
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Coffee Stains
Short StorySwirling spoon in steaming drink Ripples the secret thoughts I think Streaming tears and long felt pains So much in my coffee stains