Cutting A Sunbeam
Slanting shafts of golden light, A child wonders "what if...?"
Scissors gleam, a promise whispered in sunlight, Stories waiting to born from captured beams. Laughter, a distant melody, playful and carefree from other rooms. Here, now, bathed in the prism's warm embrace, A sculptor of light, guided by the Unseen,
Snips a piece of sunlit thread, A daring act, A universe on the brink of breaking. Will it unravel, this light untethered, Or birth unseen worlds, A new truth revealed?
The child holds tight, Breath trapped in risk, A sunbeam sanctuary where secrets are confessed. The weight of wonder hangs heavy in the hand, Could it unbind a brand new land?
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Photo by Adam Diston, England, 1886