sliver

The streetlamp meandering through the trees illumined a one-inch wide facial sliver, flowing from hair to chin. As he swayed back and forth from his perch upon on the stairs, the yellow sliver slid from side to side, just passed the ear across high cheek bones, deep into eye sockets and along to tip of the nose. Pitted against the black shadows covering the rest of his face, a spark glistened off the curvature of his eyeball. That single, coming-going radiance swaying to and fro amidst darkness echoes the soul’s expectant yearning for a brighter day.