Glowing Sunlight

(Won 5th prize in the GWCC Library Poetry Contest)

The glowing sunlight, embers
of white dust, fragments of particles
danced around her head - fireflies.
We sat, laughing to the ocean's breeze.
She was sipping
some colored substance.
I was simply drowning.
We soaked up
the mighty rays
that shone down,
caressing our backs like some comforting hand,
telling us it was perfect
to laugh now, be merry
until it all fades.
With the sun risen,
and the light shining,
what troubles we knew before
are gone.


~J.V.Harker~
~18 November 2008~