Cuprorivaite

Isn't it beautiful?

Sight,

It’s magical.

Because in the light I can see the hues of greens reflecting off leaves; it as my guide, I am witness to all the bright blues riddled in the seas.

The deep blacks absorb it all, whilst white is not quite what it seems.

This spectrum of colour is something more than man-made; No matter how much china-white paint someone might create.

It has a language, in and of itself, one I hope we translate someday. A vocabulary containing things we cannot describe, How do we truly decrypt the coding written in the light?

It's interesting to think about the colours we see at night. The sun ever present and the moon sitting high. It appears as though the cascade of colours continues to coexist.

However, in a space void of light, I will ask you this:

Can you still see my colours in a dark room? The same sharp being that was once in your view? Can you honestly tell me I don't appear different, Only guessing where I end and sensing where I start?

The Light shows me what is real The Dark pushes me to feel.