Good Light

The sun came through at the perfect angle Caught the dust and made it gold Everything ordinary turned electric Every surface had a story told I didn't go looking It came looking for me Good light, good light Falling on the things I'd missed The room I forgot was beautiful The face behind the list My hands look different when the light's like this Like they've done more than I remember The kettle clicks, the morning stretches Every small thing glows like an ember Good light, good light Falling on the things I'd missed The room I forgot was beautiful The face behind the list You don't need to chase it The light knows where to land It finds the cracks you thought were damage And calls them open hands Good light The face behind the list Open hands