a man cleanses his soul.
He washes up his hands and face,
in a simple earthen bowl.
He walks outside into the light,
that glorious sunlight.
He scares a bird, it's on the wing,
its careless life of flight.
The ocean, throwing foaming sunsprays,
across some nearby rocks.
He laughed out loud at passing gulls
walking out on the docks.
The golden light, it is the sun.
The silver, within him.
The silver light is all his love,
and that will never dim.