You said you would be that light across the dock, the one you used to speak of.  The one that even if the fog rolled in and engulfed everything in view, it would never dull . You said you would be like a compass if I had ever got lost. Well, that time has came and that light is no longer vibrant. The Wolves howl along the tree lines, and the moon lays perfectly on the lake. I'm trying my best to navigate through the darkness and stars, leaving small objects to be found by. I've ventured quite far this time and fear this trip may be permanent. I have to say the forest at night is quite peaceful, life happening all around you. The acoustics of the owls and cracking branches. The leafs blowing about and the insects chirping. There's just so much more going on then we care to notice. Something tells me I'll be alright out here. Something tells me I never needed that light to find home.