Sweet Dreams

Light dances behind closed eyes,
Vividly, it flies—
All the colors in white,
There, by nowhere in sight.
Held and kept
Longer, while I wept.
Slowly it disappears,
Lost, amidst tears—
Remnants cease,
There’s nothing left to see.
Why stay here,
Surrounded by fear;
Stunned frozen solid,
Aghast and pallid—
Waiting to wake up,
With the candles lit up;
The room again warm,
Safe from all harm.

FOR SALE: imported handicrafts

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