Trenodia #2

I shake the earth and three sounds forms in colours, simple, different. Defining a conjunctive reality, hard to explain and govern the life of a true star with only some lights. They travel hidden behind a giant's shadow and greet while they are above us with timid grace. Sky shows himself away, deaf to a man's thought and only moves the light that shine for us. Candles. Light beams with his infinite splendour, leave their footprints in the air above the sand but the water hide them from mankind. The threnody of a star makes after the times of angst.