"Birth of an Idea"
The light is shining through the cracks in the door as it floats there in the darkness.
Slowly opening to release the light and it bathes me in it's brightness.
For just a fleeting moment I can see it all so fine,
leaving just a fading image I try to hold within my mind.
Just the birth of an Idea
The mathematics of its luminescent flight are astounding, so astounding.
Instantly, I watch it banish the night, bringing the gift of the morning.
And its rise is an illusion, the magic of our revolution.
Leaving just a blinding image I try to hold within my mind.
Just the birth of an idea.
Just the birth of a universe.

Birth of an Idea