I see a ray of light that comes in through a crack in the drapes. It pierces the darkness, minuscule motes of dust float amongst diagonal lines of shine. It doesn’t seem real, whatever real is.
What is reality anyway? Is real, or reality, that which we perceive with our senses, or what is chosen to be objective? Is it agreed upon notions? Concepts that what is around us is authentic and tangible. Real; a word that seems elusive, it doesn't hold the sustenance it had before.
Now, what if we all agreed to not take what we perceive as there or here, we can join hands and exclaim, "nothing is anymore!". Would we all evaporate into atoms, a charge that could somehow emit photons? Puff! Back into the realm of the outer universe. Is that what beholds my sensations, that light is another humanity that puffed into energy. Would it really be that easy, just every single human holding hands, hoping, praying that reality is no more. I don’t know, seems like it would be an interesting experiment, someone should take that up and give it a try. Doesn’t seem so bad, it sure would relieve a lot of pressure.

Anyway, back to light. Is light just brightness? Traces of electromagnetic radiation, and all that madness. I do appear well within my senses that I'm as far away from being a physicist as I am to being a horse, so take the frugal words exuded here with a grain of salt, or a spoonful of dirt. Quite frankly, it all seems like magic, so please do not kill me over such an oversimplification.

So, is that it on light and its definition? Is that the final term. A conclusion with no argument or defenses.
Could a song be light? Some tunes do tame the darkness.
Could it be love? There is certain light-ness to it and holds the power to bring some out of the shadows. Only some though, and I do sure hope my turn comes to step out of darksome.
What is light to a blind person? Can a proper description be enough to capture its essence.
What about light for the painter, when they use the color white, or yellow, or whichever they choose to represent the dazzle of a star's brilliance.

How much could I go on to find the perfect expression, to define the dawn, that after a night with no moon ends, it brings perfection. When the horizon is dressed in colors produced by light's reflections. I see the traces of luster that come in through my window, and think of the brilliance the dark universe sends with no questions. It seems that permanence rules on a scale that dwarfs all perceptions.
And, annoyingly so, I keep finding spells and rhymes that leave me knocking my head with no answer. It can't be helped. Such as when I look into eyes that do not glimmer back with affection. Because there is a light that shines in two magical orbs, stuck inside a head and mind I wish to know, the light I wish to see and it does not show.

-A.Garcia