I saw you standing there
Like an immaterial sentinel
Between the spores of dust and the empty space upon which they were strewn.
But you appeared more present and tangible than the rocks and trees
Beyond the windowpane
Through which the sun dappled and danced
And tried without success to bathe you
In lacklustre light.
But your light is brighter than the sun
And the dog sun that shines even brighter still (but without the notice of humans).
So much so
That you turned the sunshine
Just by standing there