There is the light of inspiration
That can fire and traumatise a nation
The light of dark clouds blowing in
Which chafes against the growing din
The light that's seen through autumn trees
Like orange blood that weakens knees
Or the light of summer sun-kissed ocean
Which tugs you with a forward motion
The light of love's exploding force
Ending in bitterness, despair and divorce
And the light with which we see the world
Truth and pain seen clear unfurled
So do we keep the naivity of night?
Or open the box and bring forth the light?