Light.

The flicker in the house from a rainy day
The power from looking too much
The spark from a chemical blast
The shine between our dusty fingers
The sight we see that overcomes fear
The sail that makes the moon a kite in the sky
The sight we see though at the end of a tunnel
The glow wee see on a stairway to heaven
The flicker like magic on the ceiling
The bright of that make the cities like stars from distanced sights
The waves that grow from the core of a sun
The meal the plants strive to live on
The edges that cast the shadows though plight
The spark from evening fireworks over the bayside
The flash and the cluster in dances and raves
The glow from fireflies on a campsite
The luminosity of a movie screen
The illumination of dancing bulbs on building tops
The delight of escaping the blight of empty dark
The healing we feel in its presence everywhere
The playfulness on the height of everything