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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, tell me, what then,
when embers fade and die,
do you dream,
in a slumber sweetened by love’s enfolding?
Or,
do you, too,
in darkened rooms,
gaze
at distant lights …
© Michael C Johnson