A Light

A light,

A light that burns so blindingly bright,

as it seeps from my window

into the cold winter's night.

Farther,

and further still, it flies and does fade,

as it cascades down the steps

into the distant gray haze.

Untold

are the stories this darkness still keeps,

as its shades always darken,

into hiding what you seek.

Deeper

though, and still yet, softer it seems,

as the vague shapes start to twist,

into fragments of your dreams.