I stand enthralled
Upon the heights
To watch the bald
Bright harbor lights.
The fireflies,
Winking, loom
Like cheerful eyes
To part the gloom.
Above, benign,
The stars smile down
And, smug, outshine
The lamps of town.
But brightest flame
I ever knew
My heart can blame
On love–and you!
by Ray Romine Saturday, May 13, 1950
