Light Bulbs or New Love. You decide.

  • The old light is dark and heavy, breathing a foggy mist of disgust.Crackles of power weakly seep from its veins. Deep vibrations exalt its coming death. Fractures of cold splinter it's skin and sour its breath. The last vestiges of light flickers its final good byes.Springing forth from the darkness, new light dances into the corners.New light is crisp and fresh with adventure. Molecules dance in the air for attention.It breathes an air of purity and song. Hearts open wide to accept colors of change. Power surges with delight and fancy over pages of rhyme and reason. New light delights in laughter and joy. Finding peace only when its master is safe. New light grows into a powerful maturity, only to metamorphosize into old light with cunning swiftness. Old light is dark and heavy........