Sketches of light

The dark lines of light pouring of the crying sky

On the shoulders of the artist.

Like the lines streaming from her dark pencil

Onto the light paper

While creating dark and running images of

A cloudy day on the sea.

Like the lines of our lives dropping slowly from the

Artists trained hand into the complex drawing

Of reality mixed with imagination so that we cannot

Tell them apart, just like we

Cannot separate the waves.

What is reality if not

A sketch of light?

Done