To Dylan

Sun follower, dancing in twinkling madness bringing forth warmth to cold realms. Curious and graceful, slipping between cracks,
Softly touching bare wood, damp leaves, the rippled surface of muddy waters. You carry all the color of the world with soft fingers,
A light brushing touch leaving drops of
Iridescent potential.
The sun is your god and you are a worthy subject.
And I, who is my god? A god of dark places- a god of night and black, all color unifying to a single source of indistinguishable shape.
A home of shaded woods, moist soil, warm interiors…
Hidden under the glorious sparkling world,
I am at the bottom of a pond.
A glorious contrast of the same being-
I look up at you from underwater
You look down from clear skies
Our surfaces combine to dazzle the outside-