-Inspired by Commander Cernan’s observations of light from space.-
Light is an invisible thing,
Traveling through space,
Unseen by the eye,
Flowing from a brilliant source,
Yet everything it touches,
Whether solid or gas,
Responds in full color,
When light comes to pass.
Everything with warmth,
Sheds photons of light,
Returning energy received,
Like musicians in an orchestra,
With notes combining within us,
In wonderful colors of sound,
Creating music in every sunset,
Before night blankets the ground.
And so light is shaped,
By the hearts of living things,
As light touches our souls,
Both in particles and waves,
Being shaped by our actions,
Reflecting an image of our hearts,
Projecting who we are upon time,
Through the hand of light we impart.
