when light arrives
welcome it

you who is still on the shade of darkness
move away from fear and anxiety

listen

do not speak
you may not hear

light is not just light
it speaks

it hovers on your breast
bringing you some gifts

warnings and
golden pleas

hoping that you shall remain with it
for in the house reserved for you
you shall sooner rest and
feel what happiness is there
still unfathomed

RIC S. BASTASA

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-language-of-light/