Bones of Light Sculpture

I remember we sat in the swing on the front porch & as the dusk came on us like a song, dark throated & sweet, he told me about the beginning when we had bones of light & hair that burned like the sun & I asked what happened then? & I felt him floating there in the soft dark & finally he said we forgot & I said I never would, but sometimes I do & I understand now why he put his arm around me & said nothing more.Reclaimed wood, metal, wire, acrylic paint, ink, charcoal~34"H x 9 1/4"W x 2"D