My dark
Is nearly lost
With brightness
At its peak

Gleaned
From second guessing
New light caught on
Your face

As hope’s
Demanding twist
For fate to learn
From reason

What source
Of glowing wishes
Still keeps me
Burning strong

As dull
And steady warmth
Flameless
Though resistant

Returns
When night is bearing
Far down
Like fallen weight,

Considerate
Of these stars
Man-made
But too revealing

Each bulb
A tiny fixture
Containing
Giant dares

Calling out
All fears
Amidst such
Shattered answers

Where bulbs
Are broken quickly
Despite this
Flipping switch –

That grin
You always gave

My daydream
Unrelenting,

A sun
Within our distance

So small
Yet fairly close.

– J. Pigno