Power Outage
the stars all sleep
above a blanket of clouds
which shed a gentle rain
embraced by earth below
sit silent in my room
writing by candlelight
for a storm has come
and taken my power away
the room bathed in glittering gold
the page awash in a soft warm glow
shadow of my hand
hides words from me
as i wonder how poets past
wrote in the night
hunched over a desk in near dark
thinking of what to say
i'd rather share a dream
a dream of her
sitting here
singing some soft lullaby
easing my fear
of being alone in the dark
no love to light the night
no sweet voice telling me
everything will be alright
only the memory of her lullaby
sweet song that dripped from her lips
which soothed my soul
and sent me softly to sleep
where i could have more dreams of her
as she was then
when i held her, kissed her
so long ago
instead i lay here wide awake
the ceiling my blank page
fireflies dancing outside the window
the candle's flame begins to flicker
with what little light i have
i find the light within
and suddenly
i fear no more
kc2009
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