The thing about light.
It bents, fades, hides.
It darkens, shades, dims.
But never leaves.
It is always light somewhere.
Even in sorrowing hearts.
It shines in your eyes,
Brushes your skin,
Glistens in your hair
Floats in your voice,
even when it is torn,
even under the darkest weight.
The thing about light.
It calls for freedom,
Calls for love.
Cries for justice
Leads through shadow
Fills hearts.
The thing about light.
It clings
It opens
The thing about light.
Changes
Changes me
It is.
