The Light
Light never shows its age
It has the universe as it’s stage
Knowing how to evade time’s trap
To ancient stars, it bridges the gap
Light surrenders to our eyes
Illuminating truth before it dies
The mind’s lit through its own lamp
Without it, its cold, dark and damp
Newly born, or very old
It’s the same light we behold
Hidden in a candle before it’s lit
How does existence manage it?
Light morphs into a metaphor
When wisdom comes to the fore
Brighter than the blinding sun
It shines forever on everyone
