Twinkling in the distance
Painting the landscape
The world becomes a pattern
A collection of lights
Drifting through the darkness

The moon hides behind a haze
A sparse wash of cloud
A cocoon within which the stars can grow

The darkness is cold
But so too are the lights
Bringers of artificial daytime
Splitting the calm of darkness
Crucifying the night

The bright lights past
Painting lines on my eyes
Burning stains on my mind
Tearing at the shadows around me

Lights cannot aid my sight
For lights are all I see.

12/10/2000

Posted on 04/13/2004
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