As the last
orange, pink, red, purple
daylights sink into
the deep, dark ocean
of your thoughts,
I'll be there.
I'll be your night light.
I'm not as beautiful as
the sunset or dawn,
not even close.
And my lights don't shine as bright,
but if you follow my street lights
you'll realize that I'm the
roads that guide you home
every night when the sun is gone.
My lights are weaker but
I'll always lead
you back
home.
