I have been one acquainted with the night.*
If only I could see the light.
Beneath the stark night sky,
The only thought a silent wish to die.
A lone figure outlined by the light,
Of the golden windows, what a sight.
As we walked through the dark,**
Lighted windows made mysteries,
Made a hundred private worlds.
And a thousand unspoken words.
Hanging suspended in the air,
Like stars in the ominous night sky.
* Line borrowed from "Acquainted with the Night" by Robert Frost
** Line borrowed from "Memory" by David Helwig
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