An empty room lit by a solitary candle,
It’s the four corners of my prison painted by a solitary dancing flame,
Shadows not of my own, prancing about as my mind slowly falls into shambles,
My clenched fists buried deep within a grip I can’t feel,
My eyes straining to see what’s there but clouded by visions of yesterday.
It’s a warm night,
Warm as the valley between my sleeping lady’s breasts,
There’s nothing outside my window but the dancing fireflies,
They dance around; climbing, falling as luminescent as my evident thoughts,
When I finally reach out,
They turn away leaving me alone.
CDF 2009
