it meant nothing at first,
but it became clear,
someone’s night must be the worst.
I wouldn’t leave my light on,
with my fascination of the dark;
it’s an escape from reality,
yet strange terrain to embark.
A mystery, to me,
is who is over there?
Is someone so troubled,
perhaps needs some care?
It’s easy to see,
what this light means.
At 4:12 am,
no one feels like kings or queens.
© 2010 The Still Air
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