I am a warrior for light.

It happened again this morning.

Light popped its own cork,

freed the genie from it’s own dusty blue bottle.

Splattered my hopes and dreams across the sky,

for all of the world to see,

took my hopes and rode off with them,

up towards the sun.

In know in my tell-tale heart that for all of the ages,

light will appear to me each day,

a restless hunter,

and fall everywhere like angels

riding stars.