BlackOut Tales

The flicker caught my sleepy eye

half shut in the middle of a dream.

And I let a smile escape, a smug one,

as surreal as it may seem.

Like a happy child with

colored candies all licked,

lest you had to share and

a sound beating be risked.

And then the curve inverted

as the flame died.

The dying aroma 

of the scented candle

Lingering on,

in an abyss dark deep and wide.

Annoying,

like the ringing of an alarm

That's gone off,

just when your snooze

slid into deeper waters.

Bathed in serenity and

in the embrace of calm.

And the clock far enough,

out of reach

So you have to move an

inch onto colder sheets

When it has taken

all night of warming.

Like sand arts built

and swept off at the beach.

Now I wonder

of the rough territorial wars

That predators fight.

It's the sense of belonging and

what's yours

Not a question of might.

The want to keep it all

for yourself and to shield

wandering off will only

dilute the power you wield.

I won't light another match

And I sure as hell won't wake.

The buzzing suckers

can have a field day

I'll be the sloth and

won't even swat,

Those blood mongers can

Take the cherry

and while at it ,eat the cake.

I solemnly resolve to not

Relinquish .

My warm bed

And comfortably fluffy pillow.

A battle of will.

Even if it means my dreams are now

Black and white in the dark.

Like the night sky bereft of its moon

The hour is nearly up and

The power should be back.

Anytime.Soon.

I wish. I wish.