Lights Poem by Matthew Ray Long

Lights that sparkle, lights that shine. Lights that creep up in the dark from behind. Lights that support, lights that bind. Lights are usually the last thing on the mind. Lights are made by explosive force. Lights that save lives and light up your porch. Life is spent on pursuit of light. You see the dark gives an awful fright. We know the darkness that's in ourselves, and fear that darkness in someone else. So let's do this thing on our own behalves, shut off the lights and take a nap.