The lamppost in Narnia,

An oil lamp hanging from a tree branch,

Or the street lamp that lights

The silhouetted couple

In the empty city street by night.

It is a solitary light in an unusual place.

It is the expected backdrop light

Of every darkened city scene.

It lights the way, It marks the spot,

It frames the scene in amber tones,

Or roots itself immoveably 

Awaiting Kings and Queens.

It is left by one who thinks

Of those who will come after.

And it is found by the receivers 

Of the gift of things unseen.

It is the lamppost,

The lamp left for others,

The light in the darkened place,

And the landmark that shows the way 

Toward better things.