Light-footed, light dances on water;
light-fingered, it steals from Picassos and decor
whatever is less than light fast. And we,
at its light shows of sun rise and set
are lifted light-hearted or - truth be known -
light-drunk or light-headed again.
And lightsome it is, this lighter-than-air light
pen from heaven, presenting our world - light
pollution the downside; reflections of glory the up.
Yet lightweight our words at its wonders,
and lighter than lightweight there at the end
as we wait for its final "lights out"!
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