light’s mystery

light’s mystery

space is dark,
deep dark—yet light
is dancing through—
somehow concealed,
we cannot see its rays

our blazing sun,
but when it shines
through void, no sign—
then touches air
and blasts alive

like ice and steam
are states of water,
are these two
states of light—
unseen and seen?

perhaps an explanation,
but that not enough—
let me be struck still
by those depths
of mystery

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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