I thought I’d try my hand at poetry; I hope you enjoy it!
Hues of Change
The distant colors, now faded hues,
Clouds contain the mystery of its darkened disposition,
Casting but a memory of shimmering light sparkling on white capped waves,
Luminosity shadowed by an overcast of steel-grey,
And yet, seen through the vision of retrospection not so long ago,
Brilliant beams of yellow and orange cascading through the slender portals of distant veils,
Awakened to their spectrum, engaging in renewed and vivid wonder,
Horizon lines reconstructed once again,
Light asunder called forward,
Renewed with the gentle whisper of shifting darkness,
With manifesting light, sublime, yet again.
The Chicago Files 