a double silver plume trails its silver wings
as silver seeds float upwards on the cool draft
then sudden silver darts of shooting stars…?
oh, they’re bugs
but beautiful bugs
Why, everything is silver in this light!
even the chicken wire over the chimney top
the bubbles that float on my own right eye
The only magic in this silver scene
is the magic I feel in my heart
selectively silver
making raison d'être
from mere facts
satisfaction
from lack
and wonderment
from the ordinary
All things become
necessarily beautiful
in the right light
the alchemist’s conversion
of the ambitious heart
photo by toocoolringlady on flickr
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