Thursday, January 1, 2015

Do You Remember

The lamp flickers
Casting it's comforting shadow
Smoothing the sharp edges of the the steely faces
Almost making the glint of hard eyes look mellow.

The soft warm glow
Ceases all distractions, momentarily.
You can here someone breathe.
And laugh.
The cutlery sparkles.
And you stop tasting with your eyes.

Conversations hum like a lullaby
And there is a sudden urge to look up to the sky.
A long lost primitive instinct
Urges you to find the constellations.

You once again marvel at the canvas called universe
When suddenly the lights come back on
And you change the stripes
From natural to fake