Light isn’t all soft love and fluff.
It also pierces, sears and blinds,
To better find the darkest stuff,
The sharper to define.
When fear and hope and wrong and right
Turn inside out, it brokers bright
And what is stirred is why it fights
To air that which it brings to Light.
It shines with omnifarious gaze
That doesn’t favour where it bides
And draws reflection to its rays
From what begins inside.
Light isn’t only safe and kind.
Its ruthless microscopic eye
Is fixed to game the heart and mind
Of what it seeks to purify.
Structured play, its grey delight.
Teaser, tempter, teacher, faker:
Doubt and faith give way to sight.
Silver linings; golden threads;
Black light; white night, sharp and hazy.
Tricksy slick to honest wed:
It’s madness but it isn’t crazy.