"Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun" Ecclesiastes 11:7

I walk through the blue under cover

into the child of reserved memories.
I follow the pattern of sunshine around the bend
to see that which covers me in her.
She walks beside me, her spectacles removed,
inspiring me with reflections of blackness.
I, her author, transform her trail and
renew her with visions of the third heaven.