It is the light she seeks these days
Passing me over, not even a side glance
She walks towards the glistening until it tickles her face
When her gaze has moved from the dark
Her eye lids gently shut to transform the light into something less assaultive to her brain
She is awkwardly still, as if anticipating a warm embrace
she no longer tolerates from me these days
Perhaps I have become dull from what I seek
On rare occasions she invites me with a tug
Trying to drag my heavy body from the brine to see what she feels
An invitation I decline
It is not enlightenment I seek these days
