They sat on porch, in rocking chairs, looking out over country sky. They gazed on sun in flamed corona, in burn through cirrus sky, its rays in fall and melting through in ethereal cast of lightfall wave.
They stared on the sight of visioned flame, both perceiving it as sign—a wonder in moment’s reveal to inspire and lead them on.
Each in different cover, they wore only blanket as their clothes, warmed in wrap from the winter air in bear of moisture and cold on wind; and still corona burned, prismed breathing through the clouds.
He thought of the light as sign of soul’s show, beauty through body’s veil, and the light one is and lives to give when no longer hidden in doubt’s conceal.
He felt his own in glowing then, warm radiance from deep, and looking on her in rest beside, he saw her own the same.
“Isn’t it fun to live unafraid, to create, and express ourselves unhidden?” he asked.
She smiled, meek and agreeing in the truth.
A cloud was moved. A veil was lifted. They would forever after know a piece, to others, they saved hid.
He held her hand, and they sat in piece, at peace in silence and light.
She was beautiful in glow.