The Following Light

the sky is heavy
tonight
it is raining stars
and out among them
there’s always that one
if you look for it
set up high
a flickering gem
that shy one over there
with her devilish grin
who spins and dips
when you close your eyes
only to be rudely replaced
by the big blinding one
lighting the stage
for your daily hysterics
but then —
when night falls again
and you head for the exits
when silence
descends again
here she comes again
with her scintillating smile
blinking, beckoning
outside your window
that bright promising light
you didn’t know
you could follow —
the one that's been
following you
all along