Light

It is not the blinding white of Angels
but rather the beauty of all colours.
It is red and blue, water and fire
it is the holiness of storms
the silver moon and the golden stars.

It is meditation dark nights
wild dances under the moonlight
and giggling merry go rounds in daisy fields.
I pity those missing the whole in the alternating dance
because they will never truly feel or understand rainbows.
Light is being whole, not just a part.