The Dance of Light

In the unknown distant future, 

when the lamps are burning low, 

a light will emerge from the dark

and draw us towards its glow. 

Such would be its purity 

and wondrous magnificence,

that just like moths of light 

we would choose obsolescence. 

We won't know its end,

nor would we see its origin; 

without a slightest care 

we would jump right in. 

We would joyously celebrate 

by unbridled singin' and dancin', 

when we realize that the light without 

is really a resplendent glow within.