The last lights on

I am alone for all have gone
Not long before, this house was bright
Now mine are but the last lights on

I thought conversing would go on
The talking here felt safe and right
But I'm alone for all have gone

Rare am I the last to yawn
But something's different here tonight
For mine are but the last lights on

Good company, the night does pawn
So for distraction, this I write
'Cause I'm alone and all have gone

Yet a busy mind will still dwell on
Whatever dark things that it might
When mine are but the last lights on

Now all the curtains have been drawn
Though in my head's a blinding light
When I'm alone for all have gone
And mine are still the last lights on

Where I ate lunch

Today I left my vacation home
With plans of coming back
My boots laced up, my long hair tied
My lunch within my pack

I walked and dreamt of where I'd stop
To eat what I had brought
Through trees I passed and miles walked
I went where I had got

And soon I reached my eating spot
I looked for somewhere dry
To rest my feet and to consume
My sandwich made on rye

I passed a spot beneath a branch
With bugs, I would not share
I skipped across the sandy beach
Hunger surpassed by "where?"

And then I saw a giant rock
Three times the size of me
Amidst a busy current
Yet sturdy as could be

And so I climbed that giant rock
And loosened up my hair
I stretched and laid beneath the sun
And ate my sandwich there

Upon that rock I memorized
The parts that I could reach
And quickly I decided this
Was the best thing on the beach

But when I got to sitting up
And took a look around
I was humble and amazed by all
The beauty that I found

The trees they were uncountable
The clouds, they tried to block
And the mountain that they stood upon
Made a pebble of my rock

So I jumped from off my pebbled rock
Looked at it from below
This giant thing that I had loved
Could be the smallest love I'd know