XXXI, CITY LIGHTS
There along the western sky;
An inferno blazes;
High and bright.
Yet strangely, never consuming.
The flames cry out—
Voice nothing more,
Then a hissing whisper;
Upon the wind.
Ghostly words—
Which only my ears hear.
Simple words of comfort and bliss.
I cannot stay away;
And I find myself—
Not standing before a raging fire.
But the warm glow,
Of city lights.
