–Like a kind of Christmas lights-
Tonight, silent at the window of my hill’s cabin,
I see sparkling lights in the dark and far horizon,
evidence of the human presence.
Oddly, they seem warming up to me,
more than those of the day that is gone.
Suddenly, I realize that unlike sunny lights,
powerful and made by hidden the Almighty,
these ones are made and sent by companions.
Fallible human comrades like anyone of us,
even fallible but full capable to clear darkness
and, on solitary and strayed a night,
aggrandize poor and alone a fellow’s soul.