Crossover

In the dark night

I see a slither of light,

It’s warmth seems to beckon me,

It feels like my spiritual home

I sense it is my comfort zone,

I am curious and I want to know

I am tempted where the light goes,

But then again I actually know

But with remorse and much regret,

I back away knowing it’s not time yet

And that not entering is for the best,

So I retreat into the darkness once again.