Because I can . . .

When night falls on an already dreary day
Let the sunlight come from beneath my feet
where I have forgotten to search
As I stroll upon this mysterious path
Let a moonbeam dance upon my toes
I will guide it on my journey.
It will follow my lead.
I will teach it to tap with the raindrops
and encourage it to dream
and wake with a handful of stars
Grasped out of a whirl of adventure
Caught in the spinning of my Hope
Lifted high and twinkling in my hand.
A blink of each sleeping dream.
Each step, one closer to waking these dreams.
Each twinkle at my whim.
Because I can.
Because I will.
And the path is already beneath my feet.