I’ll drop a line
He says
Brilliance of illumination
And a pretty face
And a candid smile in the light

Pretty girls fly by
Spreading wings on unknown waterways
But I recall the farce of
A light in the smiling dark
That beckoned to me
Screaming, ‘Light it up
For it is the last night.’


For it is the last call
And I remember them saying,

‘Do you wish to give in and
And cease?’