every light in the house is turned on
even christmas lights line the walls
everything is so bright it hurts
everywhere darkness
is illuminated
joy and pain
burn equally
sober from all matter of substance
except the weight of thought
limbs shake
nose runs
and tears are swallowed
to delay thirst of
physical touch
bulbs begin to dim
sun refuses to overstay
her visit with darkness
what it calls rest
mind calls a gossamer ebb
flowing weakly against the
worship of a majestic sky
before slumbering
beneath the light of an innocent star
too graceful to succumb to the gurgling sea
Love this poem.
Gwen.
thank you.