Lamppost



Flickering it's glowing orange light
This sentry of the cold dark night
Beckons the lost to wander by,
And keep their soul warm and dry.

A monument to darkness on this street,
Black steel lamppost shares its glow
As ice cracks and pellets of sleet
Bend barren trees leaning in a row.

Dancing light on whitened stone
Chiseled one by one by men long gone,
Glowing on faces of children long dead,
Burning on high till dawn breathes red,

This relic from centuries now passed
Sadly rejoices lives gone on ahead
And softly hovers till daybreak casts
A chilling cold to this lamp gone dead.

Half a day shall pass through here,
The Candle Maker's match is near,
When a magic time will come today
And darkness turns and fades away.




Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2006-03-04 at 22:56

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Veld Cooper
You bring anything to life, however mundane, with your vivid words..this is beautiful, dear friend!
2006-03-05