The ocean breathed white beyond the rocky cliff.
Like two little specs of black that silhouetted the setting sun.
An old man and his son stood watching the night rise.
The sea threw mist of water on the pair.
The old man gazed deeply into the painting that the fading sun mused,
Where as the boy looked at his aged father in a calm curiosity.
It was unlike him to admire the old man in such an inquisitive manner.
What caused the look to occur was this,
There were rumors in the boy's thought that claimed his father would change him today.
The rumours faintly whispered that the boy must hear words of wisdom.
Now, here they stood on the cliff at night's rise.
Suddenly the boy heard himself speak.
"Father?" he said.
The old man turned his head, and only his head to to boy.
The old man's eyes seemed to be saying "Yes son? What is it? What do you wonder?"
The boy looked into his father's eyes and stated his question.
"Father, how old am I?" he asked.
The old man shut his eyes and opened them.
They now shined with the answer to the question.
Perhaps the answer was held within the tears which rolled slowly down his face.
"You are four." he spoke softly.
"You are youth."
The boy heard the words, then turned his head towards the almost hidden sun.
The father then did the same.
"But, how old are WE?" the boy inquired.
All the while neither of them broke sight with the day's last moment.
The old man concentrated on his response, then said "We are young. And yet, we are life."
The boy understood these words and gazed upon the birth of night.
Hearing what he had heard and knowing what he knew now, only one thought was in his mind.
"My god, how lovely the night is! How beautiful the stars are!" his consciousnes spoke calmly.
While admiring the night a lightness in the air awoke.
The boy looked to his right and his father was gone.
The boy looked to his left, and there was no one.
The boy realized he was alone.
Alone on the edge of a cliff.
The cliff boarded the ocean
And beyond the ocean was the night sky.
The boy closed his eyes lightly then opened them.
He could feel himself grow old as he did this.
But the heavens offered him no mirror to prove that he was indeed aging.
The universe only offered him his mind, heart, and soul to feel it happen.
But what if the feeling was false? What if the feeling was a lie?
Still the boy felt aged and alone as he stood there.
Then the sun rose again breathing its light upon the cliff and the boy.
It was different now, the sun rise was.
Not only could the boy see it, but he could feel it as well.
The boy then softly said these words,
"This is light. This is life. It is well."
He stood together on the cliff.
The sun was with him.