Lights

Our world is filled with lights

From the first blush of dawn

To the golden shining rays

Of the sun at morn

They are beautiful in all colours

Brimming with life and joy

Like the stars that guide the sailors home

After a voyage of toil

Yet they are pensive too

So quiet and serene

Like the moonlight floating down

In gentle shifting beams

Or excitable like fireworks

Blazing through the night

Sparkling like golden dust

With their shimmering light

Or worse still, the herald

To disaster and death

Like the red blaze of a fire

In the midst of its theft

But they can also be life giving

As the rays of the sun

Bestowing growth to all that lives

Until the day is done

For all lights give clarity

Opening our eyes to see

Either the world around us

Or within what we’ll be

And what marvellous lights and wonders

I’ve seen wherever I’ve roamed

And each telling a story

That I have never known

But perhaps the light I love best

Is the one not distant and unknown

But the flickering lights in the night

That tell me I’ve come home

May K.