To show the beauty of light is to show the water to a fish, it is always there but never noticed.

To what does the photographer lend his eye when prompted by the mark of inspiration

What dazzles the eye upon a summers day as to leave spots in your vision

It is the gift of a sun and bottled electric current, it is the flare of glorious illumination

Gasses coalesce in milky tubes, lit by shock to shock the sight

Like stars they shine brilliant halos to entertain or sell their souls

These are our glowing beacons, our masterpieces of light

Lost and eerie to us during the caustic day

Shine forth with brilliance in the night.