Treasure Island

Cecelia Weir

(March 19,1955 / Fayette, Alabama)

Lights On, Lights Off


Lights On
Lights Off.
How much do you see
Or do you see at all?
When your lights are on
Do they penetrate darkness?
Can you see your way through
To bring into focus
Things that surround you
Or just where you're directed?

Lights On
Lights Off.
Can you see through the darkness
When your lights are turned off?
Do you feel your way through
Dispite the blindness of the night.
Undisclosed situations
Do they creepably attack?
Or do you have enough light
To fight them all back?

Lights On
Lights Off.
I am told some never see
When its day or night.
They never get a glimpse
Whether being dark or light.
How does this life exist?
How can it surivive?
Never realizing whats wrong
Never pressing for whats right.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 23, 2005

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