His smile spoke volumes of the Northern Lights. And just glad to be alive, to feel your ears crisp with the cold November air. And you realize you can't be a child anymore and cry, because what you see is so beautiful.
Syntax. Imagine a wave so large and so great that its covering the world,
cleansing all suffering.
Electric curve. An ivory dance.
Photonic dreams. Sway to a beat that no one knows.
Shiver. A rising tidal wave.
I open my arms to you. A meager dot of molecules.
Fill them with water.