Like the sheen of soap bubbles are half and half blends
of lightwaves combining without and within,
our split personalities dually depend
on the contrast of inside and out.
Like topical views of an ocean that’s blue
turn ten shades of gray once the sky is removed,
such is the vantage point reflecting you
without some kind of beautiful reference.
Inside rudimentary, physical math
all lonely particles long to attach
in a romantic context, combining to mass,
like our love longs to be met with love.
Like nitrogen filters the hue of the sky,
blue, purple, pink perfectly coincide
with the cyclical sunrise and dusky decline.
Such are shifts in our concepts of heaven.
All self-perception’s a papier-mâché
laid layer by layer in spectral array,
till balance of darkness and light obtained
by the standards of one single moment.