Come light, remind me.


Come light, remember dancing,
lets trim your forgotten wick,
and let the reflection go softer,
let the room find silent sleep,
and embrace the wallpaper pattern,
as they slumber with the drawing ,
of nights more passive voice.

Come light, entice me,
draw my heart to puddles,
to see and know the meaning,
of things I chase like tails,
wondering who I am,
ceaseless as sand,
you rub my rough edges smooth.

Come light, remind me,
of who this spirit echos,
bouncing off the ceiling,
with my ever pulsing feeling,
my thoughts once more a flicker,
like flame set to paper burning.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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