The Sense of Existence by Samuel Dodson

Laughter dripped through dappled sunlight, stopping only at the feet of shadows. Spreading itself through winding couplets, touching warm soft heat and permeating souls.

Light vibrations leapt along the ripples of the water and quiet echoes coursed along the veins of the mountains. She stood with him beside the glacial pool as the red dawning sun shed light on a dark impasse.

Standing in this lyceum, with the petrified stones flinching at one movement of her feet, they lay beside the pool as day crashed into the valleys of the world. They waited for the spots of the sun to cross into night and let the breath of the darkness shroud them within themselves.

Without the light of the star they saw warships of lightning sink into their pupils, and felt the solar system defined by its edges and nothing more. They looked beyond dimensions into a captured chaos and as they began to melt into the moment, they saw the end of days fade into obscurity, without substance to sustain itself. And they counted stars which weren’t there in order to kill the time it would take for the sun to rise and evaporate the chains embossed on their hearts.