The ones who aged in their minds,
said the world was dark and dread.
I figured they could be right,
but I was still young in my head.
I found the place with much too light.
More flame than would be the need to ignite.
There was light, in glares and glow,
gentle in a friend, harsh in a foe.
Light consumed my hide outs
in obsuring luminescence,
reduced my headful efforts
for fading evanescence.