"I was here"

[raileus]

Gravitate to the light among the darkness, among the dust, dirt, and ash.
That I could be something more than a fleeting moment of energy, of something just passing through.

More than a breathe not broken but that I could steal the moment; that each thing knows "I was here."
More than a clay figure,
or the sandman's dream.
That I had something to say, that I was something more than lights and noise. That my thoughts were something.
Wishful perhaps I am, but still.

That I am more than this body that will give out on me, or my individual sense of self, or identity.
That something wonderful entered
this world, and something wonderful will leave it.