Streetlight

The streetlight calls me draws me like a moth to the flame and I am neither awake nor am I asleep but I must go. The midnight mantel of hazy velvet smothers the silent lawns as the dew descends to the grass to greet the next dawn. The bright and noisy day Roaring cars, roaring people bright light and shining laughter will come. But not now. One bright shining in a world of dark peering in my window A sphere of fire whispers the secret of the night. Calling me. And I must go.