They say the brightest light
Burns in the darkness
As if pointing out a contrast
Is special in itself
It misses the magic
The touch of voodoo
Lingering in that light
Twinkling with mischief
But also the solemnity
Of a charge to watch
A role to guide
Those among the lost
Mostly it doesn’t account
For the peace of that light
For happiness suffusing
A lonely soul
Or enhancing a moment
Shared in the night
Burn on star light
I’ll follow you into the dark