The Light

Walking on quiet roofs alone at night,
A cup of fragrant coffee in my hand,
I watch my lovely native cityland,
Illuminated of many shining stars on hight.

Through time stars send their mystic light,
And wrap around my mind a gentle strand.
They call me into space... I cannot stand!
I send my weary thoughts into their flight.

In hopes to draw close to infinity's insight,
But something holds me, clinging like shrubland,
My strength now fading, slipping through the sand...
When suddenly, I feel unprecedented might!

A gaze, attentive and of boundless sight,
From which there is no shelter or gainstand —
Then, in a flash, I see an old farmhand,
Who looks quite stern and thunders: "Do what's right!"

A sudden warmth ignites my blood with spright,
All falls into its place — I understand
Who I can be, and feel how truly grand...
Yet, from this truth, I feel a tinge of fright.

But light then lulled me with its shining bright,
Until I found myself back from the outland,
The cup of cooled coffee with in my hand,
Alone, upon the quiet roof at night.



I dedicate them to my friend. Thank you for your continued support.
(On the roof of the Universe... 2025 yr.)