Streetlight: A poem 

Dew falls in the night 

So does the steady lowly streetlight 

Casting shadows in its wake 

Passersby their fears forsake 

Leaves go silver in its shine 

It steals the dark like a parasitic vine 

When it’s dusk it brings its hue 

And brightens, as well, the dawn anew 

Every footfall is guided forth 

Its silent toil gets it not a warm word 

But thankless is the race of men 

to the sun and moon even 

Ages ago, nights were darker 

And none ventured in their waters 

O streetlight, you have come like a little spark 

Humbly glowing in the space you mark