Light that Lights all Lights

Seeking the light that lights all lights, I see, in this world, soon to disembark, for every place shrouded in the dark, there's another, warm and bright. Each twenty-four hours has a night, but in the grand celestial ballet, the earth spins to give us another day, much as each wrong has a right. How happy we are when in flight. Other times, in sorrow, we all must drown, or we found ourselves rooted on the ground, 'til we're soaring like a kite. We may encounter a dark knight whose heart is vicious and unearthly black, and soon we're lost, off the beaten track, when appears a knight, in white. I've found that this poor heart of mine, as it navigates the world's duality, finds its own version of reality gliding the dividing line.