I exist in space
I change in trails
My life is light
My life is positive
This point glows noisy
And the things I don't feel or see
They matter just as much.
There are shades of light, of grey, of scaling existence
But at some point you know:
That is good.
That is bright.
The lights climb the skies in no hurry
Their ripples wash upon me.
Now calm, now eager,
And I even draw them to me.
Praise be to God.
I accept your starlight
Praise be to man
I accept your light too
It all folds into night,
And is blanketed with blue darkness.