That Light

He was like that light,

Sagacious, swift and bright.

Resplendent but white,

Charming in my sight.

He was that light which raced,

With thunder with its fast pace.

He was that light impenetrable,

Even with thunder unbeatable.

He lit the darkest of dark way,

His eyes gifting the strongest the sway.

Keeping the ablaze from me away,

He was a sanctimonious light ray.

Was that sanctimonious light ray,

Which in life too jovially plays,

The caution- It's always passing,

The action being our long time loving.

It's my long time loving; ours is mistaken,

Realized when his brightness, my blindness was taken.

Still, he's that light where my happiness germinates,

With whose care my life is to illuminate.

He's the owner of the divine radiance,

Seen when the light flickers in his dance.

He was my pretty, hunted, interesting ardor,

Yet it's not him but me always to censure

For now, I entomb them with a cover,

Lying for him anytime to discover.

Since he was so impenetrable,

To obstruct my love wasn't capable.

Light always doesn't pass,

It will reach a phase.

The flame of love extinguishes,

The fame of hope rising distinguishes.

For its obstruction,

And my love's realization.