A single lamp beside the track
Waits for the dusk to give it back;
The light expands with humble fire
Guiding those who still aspire
A woman stands her scarf undone
Her eyes between the moon and sun;
She reads no sign she hears no plan
Yet trusts the dark to shape the span
The maple limbs sway near the post
Their shadows merge like waiting host;
The train arrives with breath subdued
And hums of hope misunderstood
She boards the lamp remains behind
Its glow imprints upon her mind;
That sometimes faith is simply this—
To stand in light one moment’s bliss