I see the light, reflecting,
sending little patterns of sunshine,
like a quilt lying on my floor.
I see the light, shining,
taking away darkness, marking the passing of time,
like a war that never ends.
I see the light, glowing,
saying, “Come warm around my body,”
like an evil serpent waiting to strike.
I see the light, but many don’t.
People trying to find serenity through the eyes of others.
Like Alice, trying to find a way out of the looking glass.
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Seeing things clearly.