There is a light in the distance, yet towards it there is no road. There is a light, I can see it, on midnight clouds its golden reflection afloat.
There is a shimmer, among many a tree, that any eye but mine ceases so see. A shimmer there is still, but I canβt reach it, and not I will.
There is a beam of sunlight, pouring itself through my windowpane. A bewarming beam it is; making up for any yesterday rain.
A light is always there, but no particular place it shines from - There is a light in the distance, but distance sometimes hides together with illusion.