It

The first time I saw it, I wasn’t blinded.

Just fascinated. Very.

Such a pure thing… sparkling white.

A magnetic glow to that light.

It had no colour, no flicker.

It just shone. Constant.

I thought it was as pure as moonlight,

As blissful as sunlight…

And it was.

And as I gazed, it seemed to sense me,

And shine brighter.

As if I made its glow stronger.

Or so I thought.

So it shone and shone.

And then...

Then it was too bright for my innocent eyes.

I shielded them and it shut off…

And I could only feel its traces…

I saw it through tinted shades

Pieces of transparent colour

Always wondering why it wouldn’t shine for my eyes

And so I saw it the way I chose to

When I chose, it would dim, and let me see it.

But it is time.

And my eyes can see it again…

Without a shield.

And as I gaze… it is as pure as ever.

Bright white… devoid of colour.

Exactly how I first saw it.

And it is still magnetic.