A strange night

A night stricken with misfortune, yet a night of events made possible by that misfortune. A night spent with an old, old friend, long neglected and almost forgotten. A paradoxical night, with opportunity and disability superposed. And on this peculiar, almost spiritual night, I picked up my pencil and paper, and in the most primitive way began to write

Slowly, shyly, a step outside
Then bolder, stronger, another stride
Into the night, ablaze, alight
Not with moonglow, but man-made light

Slowly, shyly, a step outside
A foreign step, a forgotten rhyme
Retaken, recited, for today, tonight
There is nothing to do with "much needed" time

Then bolder, stronger, another stride
An unspeakable pull on my uncertain feet
With solitude my companion and friend and guide
So long forgotten, so bittersweet

Into the night, ablaze, alight
With colours of the unbridled mind
Fathomless trails of discontinuous insight
With Michael's flowing chords entwined

Not with moonglow, but man-made light
Not answers to the will or wish
Not miracle nor magic nor divine light
But peace, and prayer, and wistful relish

Slowly, shyly, a step outside
Then bolder, stronger, another stride
Into the night, ablaze, alight
Not moonglow, naye, just man-made light