To be titled: A poem I wrote two nights ago :: I'll just call it a Light Poem

There is a giant ice cube outside, and it froze last time we had a frost. It is really the water out of the dog's outside water bowl. Now it has rained the whole day, however the ice cube is still not completely melted, and I was sure that I would not find it in the back yard. However, there is it, like a waining moon..
maybe there is still some hope, for hopeless causes.....

Anyways... heres the poem, I hope you like it!

As I peer out my backdoor window, looking out among the dark, over the fence and across a street, there is a house. It looks out among the neighborhood, and as the sun grows weary, a bright, brillant, beautiful yellow light a peers between the ivy. I cannot recall it not there, nor do I know if it ever wasn't.
It evokes a dream in my never dreamless future a want and hope, I might one day have. After my awarked years and know it all faith. Then will be a me of different values. A one of mostly want, and wishing, where all she feels is the need for missing. As she comes upon that light, she passes it, but turns around, and says "I don't know what to do with this light...."

If I was 17, I would run after that light

and explore it.

If I were 25, I would run after that light,

explore it, and fall in love.

If I were 28, I would fall into the light

and feel its warmth around me

and dance in its glims.

But I am not 25

I used to be 28

and 17 is a dream that floated over the last hill

I crossed.

Now standing on the bridge,

ageless I can fly

and the light is mine.