The light in our eyes

A short poem to read when candles fail

I watched it burn a lightbulb flail,
Eager to consume, to no avail
My table was dimmed as my arm on my chin,
As lovely and sunny daylight had been
In memory truth was always in shades,
My room danced on top of the lighlitly thin blades
And I kept a yawn to give it my last
As always a smile is magic...not being cast