We are blinded
sunstruck
our eyes only able
to see the brightest light
all else fading into
shadow
burned into silhouette
by our need to
gaze into
the face of the sun
We are drawn always to the brightest flame
One of our first lessons as children walking outside is to avoid looking into the light.
For more light, dangerous and otherwise, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
Cat Amesbury 