Listless, quiet, restless but still
Flashes and reflections pass in the dark
Miles and hours will fail to fill
Each passing house, in it's place, plays it's part
Inside, are lamps, tables and chairs
Dimly lit rooms with a welcoming glow
Windows stand as portals, in pairs
As quickly as they pass, it seems so slow
Lives go on inside and sun is soon to rise
Open fields and frost sing a searching song of warmth
Arrival to rest and sleep finds my eyes
Never such comfort and dreams are sent forth
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