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.