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'No,' she said, as we waited, 'that’s not right.' Not fading, but returning, rising through full spectrums of radiant light until, to the human eye it appears to fade        (pale white to a silver grey) but it simply steps into a vision that is reserved for keener eyes than ours.        (like ultraviolet) Not fading, but transforming, travelling at a speed forever known as its own. Always keen to get home in a fit state to enjoy a few hours with its feet up by the ebb and glow of its evening fire        (red with blues and greens) before rising, rested, to greet the dawn recharged with the full force of the sunrise.        (bold yellow and blood orange) No, not fading.  That fails to see the truth that it’s taking paths through deeper shadows        (purples and blues mostly) which our deceptive eyes struggle to grasp and in our weakness, it is lost to us. Then she gasped, and I saw that she was right, the light didn't fade, but it stepped ahead waiting at the next bend of hope’s rainbow.        (a glow of pure gold)
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Oct 6, 2022
Oct 6, 2022 at 5:17 PM UTC
Fading Light. [Sitting with my mother]
'No,' she said, as we waited, 'that’s not right.' Not fading, but returning, rising through full spectrums of radiant light until, to the human eye it appears to fade        (pale white to a silver grey) but it simply steps into a vision that is reserved for keener eyes than ours.        (like ultraviolet) Not fading, but transforming, travelling at a speed forever known as its own. Always keen to get home in a fit state to enjoy a few hours with its feet up by the ebb and glow of its evening fire        (red with blues and greens) before rising, rested, to greet the dawn recharged with the full force of the sunrise.        (bold yellow and blood orange) No, not fading.  That fails to see the truth that it’s taking paths through deeper shadows        (purples and blues mostly) which our deceptive eyes struggle to grasp and in our weakness, it is lost to us. Then she gasped, and I saw that she was right, the light didn't fade, but it stepped ahead waiting at the next bend of hope’s rainbow.        (a glow of pure gold)
Written for a poet's circle given the theme 'fading light'.
stevejeff
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Oct 6, 2022
Oct 6, 2022 at 5:17 PM UTC
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