Nightlights
NIGHTLIGHTS.
Each illumination holds a story
The flickering of a candle in the glass,
A dinner date for two,
a last good-bye,
The blinking of a telly in full show,
A sofa filled with expectation,
Shadows jump in celebration,
The staggered cheers blown softly by the wind.
The leaning figure smokes the day's last cigarette,
A nightime read while nestled in a favourite chair,
Gazing at the mirror in the darkened glass,
The cityscape provides the perfect backdrop,
A silhouette that longs for change to come,
Close the curtains on the world,
Keep the secrets in,
Even blackened windows tell a tale.
A dark room needed after drawn out work,
In darkness no-one sees the tears that fall,
A soothing embrace from the raven.
Or lovers fumbling in the night,
Until the sun rise on the morrow;
another day is turned.
Tom Edwards
