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?