Light (a 20 minute poem)

"Good Morning."

Broken through blinds

it touches the wall,

highlighting books, pictures, and all.

Reflecting off mirrors 

it shines on my face,

when struck through a crystal 
colors cover my place. 

It peaks in my room,

I open my eyes.

It tells me to go,

I simply oblige.

Into the kitchen 

the sun leads me there,

ever so slightly

it touches my hair.

As I brew my tea

I let it shine in.

My spirit is lifted, 

it shows with a grin.

By 3 PM my light has stayed mute

helping plants blossom, bloom and

bear fruit.

At 4 o'clock clear turns to gold,

 as I walk in the street 

my shadow looks bold.

Freckles emerge and I feel grateful,

I know in my heart that my light

will stay faithful. 

As I lie in bed, my light far away,

I think of tomorrow 

when my light will say: