Letting Life Paint Me Luminous

I stand at the edge of light,

where gold touches purple,

and the world hums quietly around me.

A breeze moves through my hair,

through the folds of my clothes,

like it’s whispering secrets I don’t need to hear.

I watch clouds drift,

leaves twist in wind,

lights blink in distant streets—

and I feel everything,

and nothing.

Her presence lingers,

soft, a shadow in the warmth,

not cutting, not heavy,

just sitting beside me

like a memory breathing.

I am a grain of sand in the wind,

suspended, seeing the world,

letting grief and longing pass through me,

letting life itself

paint me luminous.