City Lights By Andrew Wallender Can it be that this is all? The silhouette faces of a thousand Fractured dreams, pressed against Their windows longing for purpose.
Can it be that this is all? The nighttime breezes shaking The lone tree that remains in the yard, Its branches rattling the window.
Tap-tap… tap-tap… tap-tap… Like God’s fingertips pushing on my front door
Can it be? Can it be that these lights that I am seeing, these city lights, Can it be that they are illuminating not some darkened city With its dreary-eyed citizens resting in beds But can it be that they are illuminating some encrypted message?
Or is this night just like any other? Some will live to see the light of dawn And some will breathe their last. Some will sleep soundly in beds of cotton
And some will live restlessly in beds of cardboard.
Will the light of day burn away My half-forgotten failures or will it weld them To the deepest depths of my being?
Can it be that this is all? My silhouette face of a thousand fractured dreams, Pressed against my window longing for purpose. Can it be?