Insight? Poem by DM W

Something is bathed in light
That I cannot comprehend:
Perhaps it is a vision of beauty
That the world has suppressed?

It evokes in me joy & pathos
And a rebirth of wonder;
That I thought were long banished
Since the brief days of childhood

Perhaps it is the spectre of a rose;
In a dreamless age that merits
Only its material aspects.
Perhaps it's just the remnant of a dream?

Words can only trace the effects
Of this something bathed in light:
Not the splendour of its essence.
I do not know how to interpret it.