Lights

Evenings so rich, when black is dark

Dawn breaks with the singing of a lark

The city sleeps through day and awakes at night

If Heaven is the light, Hell is a fiery fright

Marvel in awe at the Aurora Borealis

Lights a plenty, of galaxies endless

Christmas lights flashing, always splendid

Gaze upon a distant stars twinkle intently

Many glow worms within the cave illuminate

The moon beams down for those still awake

Sounds of crackling as the fire burns ferociously

The big screen emitting flickering imagery

One solitary flare signals the attack

Lanterns penetrating the thick nights black

A lit candle wick remains constant yet still

As the sun arises from behind the hill

Lighthouses brightly beam in which sailors bask

Street lamps struggling dim not up to task

The torches batteries begin to expire

Soaring souls from another funeral pyre

Angry rumbling volcanic eruptions echo

Like the dawning of an apocalyptic crescendo

Dark the perfect setting for a spark of light

As the curtains are drawn the room comes alive.