Free verse, written 3/27/09
"Ready?" Calls a voice well-known,
Though the face my eyes can't see.
The sky is wet and lined in rain,
But I only know that
Because a half-hidden lamp,
A lonely lamp, can see.
"Take my hand!" My own voice cries.
How alive is nature at night!
One aged hand, one trusting hand,
Intertwine as we run
Past a half-hidden lamp,
A forgotten lamp, that sees.