"I will rise,"

I tell them.

They laugh
For they only know of the moon
But I say it again
"I will rise.
Keep your eyes on the horizon.
Watch my colors burst into licks
Of flame."

And as they slumbered,
Snickering in sleep,
The light came pouring in slowly
Like thick honey
Glazing over their eyes.

When they woke
They could not, at first, handle my light.
They stood amazed,
Mouths agape.
And I said again,

"I have risen."

I told them all I'd become someone
Yet,
They didn't believe,
But I am as bright and as radiant
As the sun.