Poem: Passing the Lights

Passing the Lights
by Tristan Carson, US Army

Passing the lights
I ride in the night
The streets are quiet
And the air is fresh
Fog hangs in the glow
Sparkling and changing
As the wind blows
Calling me home to my fire.

And one day I may go
But not just yet
The mystery is here
Beyond the street lights

And that day
When I have stories
Of Angels and Demons
Dragons and Maidens
I will sit by my fire waxing poetic
With my stories of adventure
Into the unknown night

Inspiring future generations
To step out and find
A tale of their own
Closing the circle
And starting their own