Final draft of a poem I've been working on.
Catching Light
Civilisation only lives in the light,
Desperate to see the unseen.
Deeper searching, when knowledge hides,
Using a time-adapted eye.
Firelit faces seek patterns in flames,
Turning aside the wilder claw,
Bringing to food a better taste,
And holding off the ever-cold.
Animals dance with the burning branch,
Daubed on walls in the deepest caves,
Old Prometheus freely brought his gift,
Fully knowing its two smiles.
The guttering torch in a warrior fort,
Brightens sentries along the wall.
Blades in the forge, glowing red,
Hammered to the finest edge,
Giving way to the power of powder,
All hot orange flame and fury.
A city burns, to light the roads
To razing all the world.
But beacons march across the hills,
Send warning, send pleas for aid.
Flares soar high beyond the horizon,
A turning lighthouse points the way.
New towns alight in darker lands,
Cities become bright drowning pools -
A dazzled gaze can’t turn away,
Falls into them forever.
And the spoken word across the air
Gains thirty two frames a second
And flickering light fills the night
With stories from other days.
Talking heads try to shape a message,
Deception shading meaning,
But lamps glare down on sweating faces,
Illuminating deeper truth.
Messengers to the greater stars
Pushed up into the greater black,
Radio images back to us
Of the fringes of beginning.
Sunjammers with the thinnest sails
Ride solar storms to the edge of elsewhere.
And a million distant galaxies unfold,
In the longest slow reveal.
And finally catching light -
And racing up to tag it,
And racing past and racing fast,
Warping deeper into space and time,
Reflections of our lives and times,
Revealing just where we are.
Always striving,
Always driving,
Ever rising, ever reaching,
Ever catching light.