Street lamps. Illuminating; bright. Like a torch, lining the still streets. A sign, or map. Spelling out the direction through the thick darkness.
Friendly and beaming;
they see you home.
Like a faithful friend, always there.
Watching and guiding.
The dancing rays seeming so trustworthy and
so very dependent upon them are we...


But even the most faithful friendships flicker out;
the spark dying awkwardly.
And there can be a time when
that which you trust so much,
holds you safe no longer...