Light is a wavelength of radiant energy,
The flicker of a lamp within sightless night,
A flashing streak of brilliance followed by the grumbling of the sky,
The glowing of coal which bursts into flame.
Light is a gleam of white sun upon a frozen lake,
A glinting reflection suspended in ice from a frozen rooftop,
A droplet of water slipping shyly down a freckled window,
The sharp crack of crystal upon pavement.
Light is a brilliant blue sky,
A delicate red rose bathing in winter sun,
A crumbling orange leaf forgotten from the month before,
A shuffling indigo boot through flakes of white.
Light is a weightless feather carried by wind,
A fluttering winter bird gliding through whispering air,
A green balloon lazily adrift in winter sky,
A delicate snowflake in search of earth.
Light is dead weight lifted from the mind,
The touch of fingers dancing across a piano,
The gentle hand of a friend resting on your shoulder,
A small joke shared between friends.
Light is what you make of it.