A poem made into a song. No need for explanation as far as I can see. Time is a recurring theme in a number of my poems as are photons and light.
Day Time
Silent, sweet we sense the morning
Sun arising, daylight dawning
Day arrives as dark declines
Yielding to these lighter times
This day has never known the past
We count the time a day will last
A finite term, as if a life
Daytime dies with no sign of strife
It lives a time then is born again
We think we know exactly when
Or so it seems to earthly senses
Time expressed through human lenses
We cannot know another time
Another day with which to rhyme
We only know the time we live
No second more to take or give
Life lived a moment in the round
The seconds spent cannot be found
Spent like shells, devoid of lead
Lost forever like human dead
Other times may well exist
Where days arrive through celestial mist
Where time is counted in different ways
Where hours multiply the days
Our mortal minds assume the power
To count the day, the minute, the hour
Yet photons that reveal the light
Have touched the past – both day and night
Our energy’s from our solitary sun
By its radiation all life is run
But other stars may well hold sway
Over days of time and times of day