... and taxes

To call it a glow

Would be untrue

To call it a glow

Would be a lie

To call it a glow

Would be to glorify that which simply is.

Unseen

Unheard

Not a whisper

Not a word

Creeping towards it

Constant motion

Soft-footing and striding

Confident and cowardly

There

Ahead

Glimmering in the silent night

As I lay not quite asleep in bed

Praying that for once I might

Be released outside my head

Away from the constant churning

Away from the lantern burning

Ahead of me in the silent night

Ahead of me in brightest day

Lingering behind every firelight

A figure with the light in hand

Ready to bear me away from this broken land

To take me by my strong or wizened hand

And light my way

To call it light would be a lie

To call the way I have to walk a way or path

Would be to give a name it has not earned

For either one implies

At least

That mortal man has even once returned.

Hanging unseen in the air

Hanging, known, and felt

Behind every smile and ahead of every eye

Ignored by those who know its there

Embraced by those in sorrow drowned

Hanging

Waiting

Burning with a constant steady flame

Glowing darkly

Comfort and isolation

Down a lonely trail that one day I must break

With only a lamp that isn't there

To light my way.

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Inspired by last night's insomnia