In darker nights where all is silent
Sit lights far off in the distance
Which flicker and grow ever brighter
But just as distant still-

For in these darkened months
Are even darker lights
Which dot the scarcely un-clouded sky,

But out in the snowy fields
And from the thatched farm house
The lights still sit quietly in the distance,

Not humming or moving anymore
But now strictly static
In the darkened days of yule
Where the sun never rises beyond-

The thin horizon that exists
Just beyond the hoary fields
And past the shrouded home,

For on the horizon sit lights
Which demand to be seen
And yearn to be enjoyed
In the ever darker night of year’s end,

But as I fade in and out of my mind
I wonder if the lights off in the distance
Truly demand to be acknowledged-

Or maybe the lights were a calling
From deep inside my mind
Which demanded light to be brought
A darker light in which to permeate the night.