Lambency: A Sonnet for Your Sunday



A ray of light falling down on the shore
reflects like obsidian in the sand.
The shaft of light plays with the eyes to lure
them deeper into its luminous hands.
White fire that pierces the clouds, falling bright
through azure-blue skies lighting its descent,
spiraling slowly around, weaving tight
bent circles both black and opalescent.
But the cleft from whence the light appeared, closes,
as the fluffy game pieces shift above.
The ray dissipates, the waves quickly hose
the shore dispersing sands like a dark dove,
caught by the swells of the waves in the bay
below the glowing cloud that hides the ray.