Streetlight
By Chris P
[not published yet]
When it's totally dark and I can't see a speck,
It's all I can see in the cold, black, night,
An object, my idle, the only thing I see,
Shining far away, my beloved streetlight.
My beacon of hope, the bright white light,
It's all I can see in the misty night street,
Guiding me well on my way back home,
Its magical beams shining on cold concrete.