Light bends around darkness, weaving a cosmos on a loom beyond ken. Here and now, darkness slithers closer. It’s tongue flickers toward the window of her inextinguishable soul.

Does she notice? Perception: a personal vantage. Sight and experience. Angles and patterns. On what do her gray eyes linger?

Perhaps she sees fear or awe. A child’s excitement. A cherished dream from her youth reflected in your inadvertent actions, hidden in windows shuttered by shadow.

The darkness may touch beautiful eyes, her memory. But so too will it ebb and flow, in cyclic tide with light, as body to radiant soul.

Picture is copyright by Andi Jetaime.

Daily Post prompt. (100 words)

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