I can conjure the images

We'll spend summer nights dancing
barefoot under the sky,
packing dreams into jars
like they're fireflies

We'll plant flowers in the yard
for the moon to see,
and free the fireflies among them,
a garden lit by dreams

We'll fuel lanterns with our laughter
and set them floating on a lake.
We'll see our future glowing softly,
reflected in the flames

I can conjure the images
in the space behind my eyes
in the words upon the page
in the dreams I see alone
And they glow, oh how they glow

But darkness shrouds the blurry world
my open eyes take in.
My empty fingers unentwined
as soon as I put down the pen