the song of defiance

you walk away
with your head held high,
choosing to find
your own path
to the sun;
'I follow my heart'
you say,
as you move on,
holding up shields
and swords in your eyes,
with a pride and a dream
that's hard won;

but some day,
when the moon
comes out at night,
and whispers
her heartfelt song,
you will come to know
what your eyes couldn't see,
through the blinds
that you'd chosen
to draw and put on;

for on every path,
there's always a moment,
when you can choose to turn
to or away from the sun,
when our eyes look away,
and we step back enough,
our backs bump against
each other, as one.