Travelling for miles, and miles, <br />Through the dark; <br />In the distance a flood light appears, upon a hill, <br />Pulling the old house and barn back together; <br />Light makes closer. <br /> <br />A small-town street lamp <br />Goes out, <br />And the buildings on either side wander away, <br />In the darkness, <br />Only to be regathered when the sun arises; <br />Light makes closer. <br /> <br />Hundreds of billions of miles out <br />A brilliant star flashes upon the emptiness of night, <br />While on a dark and still farm <br />A dog awakes, <br />Sensing the light, looks up, <br />Seeking, <br />See's headlights approaching on a two-lane blacktop, <br />And watches until we pass, <br />My car and I - <br /> <br />All of us gathered together, <br />The immense and the small, <br />The mobile and the still, <br />Enjoined into the light; <br />Here, driving onward through the dark (of life) <br />Having come far enough <br />To see, <br />Only light truly <br />Makes closer. <br /> <br /> <br />(- Light is an understanding, <br />of things esoteric.)<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/driving-through-the-dark/
