I am a little photon

I am a little photon
amid islands of knowledge
on shores of my ignorance
is a gloomy little cottage

it is waves of nothingness
where I slouch
they are my hammock
they are my couch

at break of dawn
when oceans are calm
I go out on a stroll
to end my yawn

beyond velvety sands
past uncharted lands
there lives the wisdom
of grandiose grands

I look over the horizon
through mystical haze
is that the nothingness…
or bounds of my gaze

tired, torn…. tattered….
wandering clicketty clack
with burden of proof
laden on my back

there I haul
a colossal haulage
I am a little photon
looking for solace

Originally published at scriptgrandeur.wordpress.com on January 27, 2016.