It’s been said that late at night
when day has had its say
and other muses have confused
with obscure verse and other ruses,
that a glow hovers at a window,
seen by friends who know.
It’s not a candle or bedside lamp,
nor stove just stacked with wood,
though you might just think it could,
and weary eyes may only see
a flickering fire still burning higher.
Yet come nearer, nothing to fear,
it’s simply a halo, a warmth to life,
to the best of this human nature,
spiritual counterweight to strife.
