Well Met by Streetlight

When you think you've reached the end
Bent as far as you can bend
Four a.m. and all's not well
Trapped in your own private hell

You step outside into the night
At the corner there's a light
You find your feet have their own plan
Drawn to the shadow
The shadow of a man

He stands tall he stands still
A monolith of focused will
Though you're sure something isn't right
You find that you don't want to fight

The first thing you see is his eyes
Green like moss deep and wise
Though he doesn't move at all
You hear him beckon hear him call

His voice echoes in your ears
Promising an end to your nightly tears
Suddenly your hand's in his
He wraps you up in darkness

You feel a fire in your mind
Raging inferno leaving nothing behind
Cleansed of all your pain and grief
You're overcome by this sudden relief

The streetlight slowly fades away
The world around is soft and grey
With hallowed eyes you look around
Nothing moves nothing makes a sound

You return to your cold bed
Empty room empty head
The curtains drawn you are alone
You sink into dreamless sleep still as a stone