Contemplating Light
Light is an incredible thing.
Without it, would we find a way to move
through mists of thought and deed
what would attract us, initially
toward the lives we choose?
Unable to see, would we mask truths
in silk, feeling along each other
scented, sensing perfumed enigmas
otherwise enveloped in color
Without the ability to canvas
would we just close our eyes
being who we choose?
Light is an incredible thing.
Enhancing, reflecting, shading
Shadows build among
bearing envy, chasing down
those lit from within
Light whistles “See here!”
Heads turn, and envy follows
throwing tacks, assaults and lies
Light is a dangerous thing.
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