Captivate a second through light, reflections cry for me to glance away from the screen that brings whatever I imagine to life, beat after treat I am unable to stop. Convinced, the image of a ghost looks at me, says: I don’t exist, move on, but I don’t. The second is enough to misspell ubiquitous with light, but shadows haunt me with a memory of you that’s gone. Clouds disperse, oranges captivate, hunger remains, the moon repents, don’t regret, let the shadow dance around you. As I let light bounce off mind, I won’t lose the essence of all things, still unbeknownst. Waves teach me silence. I don’t need to be to feel there’s silence once stripped of you, but echoes proceed to replace you, so I’m not silence. Only an idea is silent, even when I’m bare and the sun strips me dry. I can’t know what ‘not-to-be’ means. You are sound I thought I left but doesn’t, to be silence, sound should be lowered just enough to be left unnoticed. To be light, shadow must bow as the cosmic circularity wakes the Earth up from a dusty slumber after each dusk. Every night light protects itself from shadow’s stains unaware darkness is only temporary. If only light knew... It’ll be back in another word, in another silence, in a you I can't fully grasp because each second isn't ours to transform.