The Lights Go On
like clockwork
when the sun begins to die again
life fades from the skies
cotton candy clouds burn in the horizon
and a rainbow,
the sun's promise
to rise again
the lights go on
the switching of lights in every room
in every house,
on every street
of this neighborhood,
this town,
this state
street lights illuminate empty streets
and we continue as if nothing has changed
in our eternal day
the lights go on
because we are deathly afraid
of the monsters we face in the dark
our true selves emerging
their fears manifesting
becoming shadows on the walls
and the tears fall on our cheeks
soaking the pillows and blankets
the lights go on
we marr God's dark canvas
and tell the stars they weren't enough
blot out the dark unknown
with everything we do know
forgetting the wonders of the sky
in favor of the lamplit paper
furrowed brows
and a hand's furious scribbling
the lights go on
as our way to buy more day
aren't you tired of the
never ending light?
don't you wish we could dance
with the stars and moon
and all the tiny fireflies?
or would you rather foolishly pretend
that your bubble of lights
is better?
the lights go on
as they do every night
trees become inky silhouettes
on the fading horizon
why don't you put away the lamp
stare up out the window
and let the falling diamonds in the sky
finally lull you to bed
and into a peaceful rest?
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