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Distant lights,
why do you go?
You disappear
beyond the dark
and distant
horizon—
have you found a sweeter way,
with welcome eaves,
and soft smiles embracing?
Distant lights,
tell me a story,
tell me of …
firelight flickering,
laughter trickling,
eyes glistening.
And, what then,
when embers fade and die?
Do you dream,
in slumber sweetened by love’s enfolding?
Or,
do you, too,
in darkened rooms,
gaze
at distant lights …
© Michael C Johnson