What I Can See Poem by Ari Ryan

AS Daylight blooms,
I fall to my knees,
Because I can see
What they say cannot be.

I raise my arms
I’m engulfed in light,
In your grasp,
In such perilous might.

I know what I am,
What I can be,
But I could see what
They cannot see.

I shake with fear,
Scattered are graves.
I cannot bear
To see so many slaves.

Slaves to their past,
Slaves to their mounts,
It seems never will they last
To see what really counts.

So I lift my hands,
To your heart
And surely I pray
That we never part.

This is my prayer,
I know you can hear.
So please help all these others
That also cannot bear.

Maybe one day,
They’ll see what I see,
Skies no longer gray,
They’ll be all they can be.