The headlights fill the sky with endless beams
They stretch forever, splintering the night.
Not pinpricks--but great floodlights they do seem;
Frightening the dark with their blinding light.
I see them through the glass that aids my eyes--
Heads turning this and that they shift and switch.
Could it be that someone was so wise?
for the viewpoint  can alter heaven's pitch
black
Now do believe me, please, I beg! please stay.
My ramblings are not crazy I don't think
But if my words were to drive you away,
I think my very soul itself would sink.
I'm just a girl who likes to notice Things;
I take dear pleasure in what they do bring.