A Spectral Affair

light in cupped handsEveryday, I wait for the rays of the Sun that descend to me clandestinely when the night covers the sky. At times, I manage to roll it into an ethereal wisp and hold it between my palms cupped together, like how you would hold a firefly, and embrace it to my soul. It’s warmth heals my brokenness and tattered entity. Then it rises, and it’s light guides me in life and spirit. And before I know, it swiftly glides away – goes back, yes, at the speed of light, to be that inconceivably enormous and the effulgent Sun.
And sometimes, when the clouds are on their duty too, the radiant Sun looks me in the eyes, and smiles furtively; and I feel ecstatic, almost as if I stole a kiss, as if I just kissed the mighty Sun. I feel sun kissed.