light and wetness

Reymond L. Pepito


the sun rays had hit thee
It captured my attention,
chained my eyes and bordered my soul.
Askin' my ridicule illusion
If was it the ligth that playing in the water
or the wetness playing amidst its own reflection?
Their images broke the silence,
the hue in its pages shouted their cry!
Then, I knew...
the encounter isn't new.
Old. Indeed saturated but gave meaning that
can cause blue.