Turn on the lights
And we don't see the stars!
So bright is our home.
But that makes us forget
When we fell in love;
We were rapturous as the stars.
And that was before
We needed reassurance of our strength:
Four corners staking out our yard
And a bright electric light
To frighten new lovers away.
No. Turn out the lights,
And let God light our way
From every point of view
With every intensity of flickering pulse.
John Sevcik
