The Lamppost

Sounds of darkness wading through misty air,
A solitary lamppost on a road to nowhere,
With a marmoreal calm, against the ridges of time,
The lamppost awaits a morning sublime …

Why wait for some vague distant futurity?
The dawn may arrive with a vignette that’s sketchy,
Steal the darkness from the chasm of the night,
Turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright,

Shine against the tapestry of the path gone astray,
Chaperon the lost, bring an end to life’s crossway,
You are the destiny of the trinkets from past,
Meandering thoughts crave for you at last,
The lone lamppost on the pathway of existence,
A guiding star to fulfill life’s essence …