Song Lyric: Light Therapy

“Happiness of Returning,” 1915, by Giorgio de Chirico.

Whatever winter stole

Left me colorless and cold,

Like deChirico in light therapy.

Is there something more than this Night?

Maybe we are not our own light.

Think of the beginnings never begun,

Their future done. A frozen dawn.

That seeing-eye sun the only one

Left in light therapy.

Is there something more than this Night?

Maybe we are not our own light.

The clouds show their bruise,

the sky’s blue tattoos.

The blind spot spies

are slipping through:

There is something more in this life.

I feel you, you’re less than particle waves,

Like unseen hands. Or a bright breath of grace.

We are not our own light.