Unplanned Maintenance edit 0.002 river,wjames

[tectak]

Dickie-bowed down my silent road,
staggered streetlights pooled the path.
Mosaic mirrors split each glow in haloed stars;
I knew them all, each a friend that I once had.

I did not see them after dawn,
nor in the dusk until somewhere
a sense of coming darkness brought
their  timely light into my room.

One hundred once were burning bright,
I counted them and knew their names;
but some burned brighter then went out
and gaps appeared where they had been.

The unseen plan must surely be
to wait until my road is black;
then after one long, lonely night
I will awake to blinding skies.

And all the friends whose light had died
will glow again, lined up to mark my final path,
each proud and piercing through the gloom;
ninety-nine, one hundred...one hundred and one.

tectak
2015