People are prisms.
Thinking is a form of bioluminescence.
Leaves are the avatars of the sun.
Shadows — light’s children.
All ideas are planetary, lit from another source.
Jalousies limn light’s lean, long lines.
Hindsight needs memory’s light.
Books are batteries; they store light.
Each experience is light; it shines in our dreams at night.
Hope is the flashlight light we need in our thought-tents.