A Mere Light

Revealed elevation on the mystical journey inside my dream

kicked me out to reality; I woke up into existence after a giant bear sleep

a brave encounter to remove the body from the bed to look outside

dark indeed, an evening sucking the lights of the day, brightened by

the neon lights, or so it seems to be

cuddled winter clasped, driving people to embrace warmth inside

fading light from the window pushed me

to turn on the light

and to open the turn my poetry notebook

and commanded

‘write a poem

rather than a day-dream, instead.’

So, I did,

at least I tried to follow the commanded order

don’t you think?

in that mess, my alternative thought of illuminating the candle you gave

forgotten.