Light of All Lights

You are the sun. You are the moon. You are the day. And you are the night. You are everything and yet you are nothing.

As elusive as the dawn and as ephemeral as the setting sun, I see myself in you and yet you remain as mysterious as ever. I try to decipher your many signs and signals. I attempt however in vain to know what you are thinking, in what I know to be your fascinating mind. A mind that only few could ever grasp.

What do you want, light of all lights? What is it you desire?

If I knew then maybe you could be mine. And if you were mine then I would want nothing else. Light of all lights, you are swifter than the wind and at times full of more rage than the stormiest of tempests and more willful than the tides of the sea.

You are as inevitable as time and fate. You are what you are. And I am the fool that thinks he can know you. For you are the greatest enigma the world has ever known. I will never know what you are. For you are also me.