Am I free to dance through sunlit beams,

trailing the sky in a foggy haze,

landing upon an upturned gaze?

 

Do I release the captured light stream

into a darkened place,

where debris particles block travel into space?

 

Should I cause eyes to wince and blink midstream,

reaching for hope in the midst of blinding pain,

from light released in sunlit rain?

 

Will I be a glow within a shadow theme

with soft edges of light

peering out from beneath, willing to fight?

 

Can I visualize with refracted sight

those whose way is different than mine

bent in other directions, not a straight line?

 

Am I given grace through moonlit beams

received and released illumination

blue drowned destination?