Golden Light

The light is golden.

As the storm passed,
I admired the lightning.

Red lights flash on the towers.
I’ll be getting home soon.
I know that night is coming.

I heard a shout behind me.
A friend ran to my side.
I saw her flowing hair.
I laughed and she took my hand.

W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2013 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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