A blank sheet of paper reflects Light.
On fire, it seems almost blinding
Forcing a change, a moment's narrowing
Of eyes, as you find a perspective-
Meaning in action quiets the mind
Awe and wonder meld at the thought
Admiration spawning from action
Bounces thought to action, imagine!
But what paper readies light's coming?
Can its nature, overwhelmed, survive
The bombardment of an outstretched light?
That it would so perfectly accept
The overwhelming nature of the ray
Seems far-fetched, although indeed it may.
Does the paper turn to ash, transformed
By the light, reduced to memory?
Or does the stretched light lend its nature
To the paper, transferring power
To impart upon this reflector
A bold quality, just for moments
Until a soft wind blows the light gone
So it seems the powerful light can die
Unseeable, clouds can stifle the light
Still reaching for the bleakness of white?
Paper reflects no more, existing
But even clouded, remembers to dream