There are moments when the light is dim,
shadows dance but just barely.
What we see with our eyes might never be real at all.

It is moments that slip like pearls on a strand,
building up to subtle beauty,
that make us use our lungs to take a breath or two
or more
depending on what we need to keep walking.

You and me, we have our own breath,
our own shadow,
our own light,
that can seem so bright after all the darkness.