There once was a little piece floating of light.
It was the only piece that shone blindingly bright
It radiantly darted and fluttered about.
Being lost, a long blown over cloud.
Bumping into all the pieces of light it met.
Even into pieces of darkness it thought dead.
When it touched them, time would halt.
Quasar carrying pained sibling, soul turned basalt.
The relation between them set to grow beyond.
To part a mind of pother, found feelings fond.
When the eyes are open and our light is seen.
Seer and blind alike, find no difference between.
Lambent love glinting off the work of a writer.
Lustrous words may make a day brighter.