Seeing the Light

Woke up and caught two particles,
quivering in a beam of light,
looking at me,
laughing aloud at what they saw;

They flushed red
and sped away,
sliding down a golden stripe
into a bottomless well;

There they stayed, treading water,
swapping stories with the dark,
with a dozen rainbow droplets;

I left them there,
who would buy their tales,
they probably hadn’t understood,
or couldn’t repeat what they had.

After all, look at you,
you look incredulous too;
why can’t you believe
light and darkness can be friends?