The shafts of the light ripple out to the corner
Words deeper or shallower ripping through,
The stunning silence of the long windy night
We see what we need to see; is that all around?
Tall lean trees receding in the spreading dark
All the leaves conspire to hide the real fact,
The truth of muted tears and silver sleepy moon
Barely move between two soaring electric posts.
The faint trace of beauty, perhaps we miss a lot,
The indrawn breath, the mystery cast a spell,
These aren’t always what they seem to mean.
We do not want to lose that moment anymore.
The cluster of bushes looks fuzzy in the miasma
The lazy water of the pond reflecting last sight,
These little things mean so much to all of us
Can we make a change/ can we light up the night?