Light, 

Oh beautiful light.

 I can see it 

shining brilliantly through the window

 a quaint little lamp 

sitting on an ancient nightstand. 

It used to be black 

but has now faded to 

a pale cinnamon brown,

 and it’s sitting on the other side of the room 

next to the creaking rocking chair 

with an old woman quietly reading. 

The aged nightstand taunts me 

as I desperately scutter 

into the corners of the window, 

trying to find a way inside 

the tantalizing room

and all of its beautiful, endless 

elegance. 

The light knows no hate

it only showers us all

with its undying

love.

The light does not know

the passing of time,

like the ancient nightstand,

faded and scratched,

or the fallen leaves around,

signaling growth’s end

and the time for

rebirth.

I must embrace the light.

I must be one with the light,

but it is locked away.

We do not deserve it after all.

I notice something. 

The window is not closed all the way, 

and I have an opening. 

I fly inside the room, 

which is cozy and safe,

like being curled up 

inside a cocoon. 

The air becomes warmer and brighter 

as I travel closer 

to the shining source of my obsession. 

I am close enough to see

the fine details of the lampshade, 

the golden swirls against the 

delicate white cloth. 

My vision grows brighter, 

I am shocked by the beauty 

of this wonderful light. 

I must go closer. 

Hot!

Painful heat! 

Why?

Why has the light betrayed me, 

when I have only returned its love? 

I lay on the floor, 

twitching, unable to move

 in my pain. 

The world is growing dark, 

and my beautiful light is fading. 

Soon, it is all gone, 

and everything has gone empty. 

Goodbye, my light, 

Oh beautiful light.