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Autumn Leaves
volume 7 number 3
Autumn Leaves volume 7 number 3 |
I wake in the night of my house, not really in the
dark.
Tiny lights all around show me the way...
night lights shine like
tiny candles
emergency plugs ready for action
glowing switches suspended
mid-air
vigilant clocks with faceless numbers
answering machines sit
expectantly
power lights say "I'm alert."
These familiar walls hold sweet memories,
and wrap me in
their loving warmth.
I return to my cocoon and close my eyes.
Here is
true darkness, softly waiting,
and I taste its sweetness, and for a while I
rest.
And once again I am serene.
When I find the darkness one final time,
knowing I'm
going home at last,
will I find little lights, dim and comforting
to tell
me I'm welcome
and show me the way?
