February 5, 2014 by petrujviljoen
Wind rocking the shade,
light’s shadow flickers on the wall,
base weighted down.
The person within illuminated, waiting.
Making time, in the meantime, playing games.
The round bulb a poor reminder of that other light,
the crescent moon, waxing, as it moves on.
Orbiting the earth also turning, circling the sun, a still star.
Dizzy, spiralling, falling into light.
The person illuminated within, now keeps still,
a star in own right.