A waterfall of pure and milky white light
poured down the side of the tree edged hill
and onto the slate grey ribbon
called the road I travelled
A sun eclipsed by cold morning mist
made Brigadoon of half the rising peak
A pure silver orb did it appear
pushing light rays by the millions
through prickly pointed evergreens
appearing as deeply serated knives
protruding from the mound of earth
So white, so light, so bright the soft edges
overlaid upon the blue-black backlit slope
like a downy quilt cast aside
and the sun did rise and shine and reach and breach the
permeable screen of trees as light popped through
and took the form of an angel with wings
as I rounded to curve and began my ascent to heaven and earth
Where is a pin hole camera when you need it?
