There is no light
In the street
No beacon
To show the way
No lantern
No flame
No maple leafs
Glowing
Yellow, violet and amber
Like the gold leaf halos
Around the saint’s heads
Emanating planets
And moon beams
There are
No midnight ushers
Aiming small
Floodlights
No reflecting moon
There is only
The vision
Of those
Those see in
The dark
