Light for Tomorrow

Light should be personal. Our own. Mine.
Its spectrum not influenced or touched
by the hands of others. Resigned.
Ours. Beyond us, not a shared clutch.

I come to you with all that I bring.
Mad with light. Etching deep shadows.
Let them all see it here. To those I sing,
who need to peek into our tomorrows.

Yet it is early. It is our dawn.
And I know not all of this light.
From where it derives. All redrawn.
I ask no explanations of night.

Tomorrow, when true light is just this,
no more dark obstacles to stumble,
just a beam from our lips. A kiss,
light-speed, play, and a tumble.