Little light across the way,
I wonder what you have to say.
Like a beacon in the night,
it guides my eyes towards the light.
And if I peer to yonder glow,
what new things am I to know?
I search across the darkened field
and wait to see what it may yield.
To see a shape or shadow there
causes me to halt and stare.
It dances there for me to see
and builds my mind’s own fantasy.
I know its fruits are out of reach,
and right from wrong my heart does preach.
But still I look across the way
and wonder what you have to say.
