Sun Screened

Letting it grow, it's scratching the sky. Under its shadow, I survive. Further I climb. The leaves shown. I see a deep glow, not quite a (bright) shine. Through the cracks of the leaves, lines of light breathe. Sun Screened. Half pure yet un-mutilated. A full gaze of half-penetrated life. Partly touched by my grace. Slightly torn by bad taste. Still we watch it grow. Still we understand we all need the same thing. A lighter soul, of unmatched quality. Bought by none and bound by nil. Still we ask, more often than not- Have I got it down? Do we have it right? Turn to the light, the lines are guides. (And) Follow at will. Under shadow I survive. Further I climb. A light does shine and I bought it. It's mine.