Ex Tempore XI - Lights seen from Bangor Pier, a night-scene

Conceived and extracted on the evening of the 9th of December 2011.

Here, there and everywhere an incandescence dots the nightscape.
Some are clustered together; some pattern; some shift or drift;
some dim for a moment, disturbed by life not their own;
and each lonesome light: some punctuate and comfort country-roads, illuminating the way
for the Passenger who dismissed the world's clamouring;
others, the most solitary of all—strivers alone in the inescapable darkness,
the heart of a hermit
or the beacon beckoning the disattending soul into a dream-memory.
But at her height the mistress Moon dominates; full, vitreous and extra-real in the cloud-scarce sky.
The scene is hers, and the lights: I am merely the wanderer and welcome witness who strayed here.

M.M. — December MMXI