Power Outage

the stars all sleep
above a blanket of clouds
which shed their gentle rain
embraced by earth below

 

sit silent in my room
wildly writing by candlelight
for a storm has come
and taken my power away

 

a room bathed in glittering gold
the page lit by 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 feel I'd rather
share a dream

 

the dream I have 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
it'll all be alright

 

languidly longing to listen to her lullaby
a sweet song drip from her lips
soothing this weary soul
sending me softly to sleep

 

where I might have
more dreams of her as she was then
when I held her, kissed her
so long ago it seems

 

but instead I lie here, awake
the candle's flame, growing brighter
fireflies outside my window
with what little light I have
I find the light within

 

and I fear no more