The Light Poem

The light poem The digital light of the man made city shatters night’s darkness Night’s peacefulness Organical night Night’s ability to make one self more in touch with matters more than at hand But at the source Crashing into the solar energy of organic light during day The light of life meets the light of death Tell me where light comes from I ask science He laughs Light is a creator Royal blue ocean no wind smooth as glass Not a ripple as far as sight travels glistens Warmth is represented in the reflection… I listen And wait for life to evolve into itself Mother earths children are gifted with mathematical light The perfect angle… man calculating how to survive, using sun’s rays The sky is the page measuring the rotation of stars and tracking the ages Light that was produced when we were yet to be Has finally reached us Look up Energy created millions of years ago is touching your face