Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Night Light

Sitting in the darkness

Of my living room at night

With the curtains open

Blackness outside in sight--

I could make out the shapes

Of landscape known to me,

But when I flicked the light on

Naught but blackness could I see.

It was as if the darkness

Pressed itself against the glass--

And tried to overpower

The light which through it passed.

A mirror it became to me

And seemed to make me feel

The world had gotten smaller--

My room was all that's real.

If I had only stepped outside

And looked back to my home,

I would see that room aglow,

A beacon to all who roam.