A Lamp, A Light

　
When history is unknown,
the neglected map finally lost,

when ghosts of old things,
dimly glimpsed,
flicker behind lidded eyes,
before and beside,

When we must commit
to choosing
when a mountain path forks,
miles from anywhere,
no sign marking a destination,
no return to try again,

When our times are so modern,
no road less travelled
to lend a clue,

Then even at noon we need
your foot lamp,
a path more lit,
Your resonating word,
inner sign shining,
poured upon the trail
in liquid light,
"walk this way"
brighter than noon,
undimming from now
to forever.