Logs on the fire create a soft glow.
Torches enlighten the spirited
night.
Candles illuminate corners and
nooks,
While the night skies are sprinkled
With pinpoints of light.
Brash incandescent
Or softly florescent,
Halogen, laser, whatever...
The face of the moon forms a
Pool of reflection
Of sunlight that
Streams on forever.
Light is a seeker,
A giver of life.
It follows wherever we roam.
No matter how far
The journey may take us,
There will always be someone to
Light the way home.
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