The Light upon the Bench
with midnight passed, and walking all alone,
the lamps that lined the path had blinded me.
I could not see the stars and clouds above.
But walking on, with emptiness of mind,
I saw the light reflected from a bench.
And though the slats were wood,
they seemed to shine
like metal—and the sight reminded me
of walks before, beside the moonlit sea.
2016 August 29th Mon, 1:28 am
Brooklyn, New York
The Light upon the Bench—Pictures (5)