A radiant beam— at night
to come to rest, settle— alight,
overtaken by light if despised;
specify happiness as bright.

A white of light— that has flown,
it can lift but never be thrown,
easy to take and easy to blow—
Your strength decides how far I go.

I am everywhere, contemplating,
I ceaselessly continue, shining
even if it's daylight I'm still here—
Endeared; born, live, die till I disappear.

I have a feeling that's hard to define,
A gentle touch of soul— temperate sunshine.
I can make you soar, and make you fall,
But...