Nightlight

Rising like a diamond
in my mind illuminating
the darkness of exile
and alienation from
station to station
separate and apart
from the real gone
world seeing through
airs withdrawn from
the seen to a quieter
place within or so
it seems where cross
wires flicker with
intuition of situations
beneath the surface
of pretension between
sin and redemption
rising from the ashes
after the fire where
embers still linger
to light up the night