Epiphany at Dusk

Looking at a bent shaft

of interlaced colors,

Above the translucent

horizon;

this quaint, lucid

median;

Enthralled,

"Breathe me in," I ask.

Pondering over this

feeling of insignificance,

Only my reflection

is truly aware that I exist.

Like any pebble by this

ocean's shore,

nameless and faceless;

in ecstatic awe;

hopelessly losing myself in

fading eddies.