A Mere Light In The Room

A forgotten story.

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.