Secret Light

Bleeding moonlight, seeping deep
dripping quietly from nighttime pores as we sleep
A thousand rays of unnamed light
Fall when our eyes cannot hold sight.
But when we wake our rest is done
the light, still hidden, is finally gone.

Teasing and taunting us while we cannot know
as we wonder hopelessly how it would show
how it would shine its vision to our eyes,
beckoning with a glorious surprise.

How can we even know it exists?
A secret light, draped heavily in mists.
How could we even trust the ideas its brought?
When for it so many wars have been fought.

Simple fact, it isn't there
its a lie to bring our existence a fear.
Not all will renounce the non-existent light,
for to do so would cause the dependent mind a fright,
an agony unheard of rational minds
to take away such belief would far from be kind.

Let sleep exist for those who believe
those who in that darkness weave
the tales so fabled and yet untrue
what pain could it bring to you?