introspective look at the path of life

The street lights line a narrow walk,
their halos shining bright.
I look into the distant plain
beyond the endless night.

The hard red brick beneath my feet
will lead me in this life,
when winter's breath is cold as ice
and sharp as any knife.

A sojourn through a silent scene
I walk this path alone,
forever on to distant lights
to find the great unknown.

I'll miss my friends along the way,
for they have helped the most
and in the end I'll find my dreams
as beacons on a post.

With this I leave a story told
as others go this way
and journey down a haloed path
to where the angels play.