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 can’t 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.