The nightly dance of city lights invites me in.
"Here I am," they cry. "And me, see me!"
Radiant seducers, confident lovers,
they reach out to the shadows,
reach out to me.
A dance of light from houses, streets and cars
in which hope is triumphant,
and love sees the truth:
Each light is a soul.
Some will touch my life, grace it with joy.
Others I will touch, unknowing, in blessing.
We never know when, where or who,
but our lights illuminate--create--community.
[Not quite a poem yet, but I'm working on it!]