A Night’s Light.
When night shuts me in
and shadows are deep
I look to the lights
that blink in the street,
the un-curtained window
a light in the porch,
the wavering beam
from a lone walker’s torch
or the far away hills with
a dusting of stars.
© sweetwater 2023
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I have been wondering how to reply to your deeply considered comment. Loneliness I find has no resolution at least not a lasting one, and the joys of the past were mistakenly taken to heart. This poem is just a snapshot of an evening, any evening really and the comfort gained by seeing a light here and there when the night has shut down. The knowledge I am not the only soul awake at two, maybe three in the morning is like someone squeezing my hand and saying it’s ok I’m awake too. The stars on the hill remind me… Read more »