Pretty Lights

This week's theme is Illuminations. I looked into my heart; gazed at the tower burning; watched a firefly die.

I have stood on the verge of the abyss that is my mind. The vast chasm that leads to the innermost workings of what it means to be me. I asked the librarian to offer me something to read regarding this theme. She just laughed at me and told me to feel.

I wrote from the immediate mind.

Whatever that means? 

Pretty Lights

I walk

Above me hangs the forgotten dreams of a billion stars

Night hugs the air and cars drive past

Wonderment in the eyes of infant passengers

A spectrum of waste

Exploding in a million ideas

I like the blue sparkles

I see

Beneath me water protects the stone from prying eyes

Clouds released their wet prisoners with audible signs

Showing us the door to another place

Parallel universe.

The damp reflects

I like the mirror world

I hear

Beside me laughter pours from the excited vessels

Young canvases for colour to be experimental

Dancing plastic shines too bright

This unfeeling entertainer

Automaton doing what it's told

I like the playing bears.

I taste

In front of me sugar screams as toothless crones throw them in oil boiling

Breaded rings crying out to be someone else’s precious thing

Potatoes wrapped in fat soaked paper

Ungrateful hands grab

Consume for little energy

I like the hot dogs

I smell

Behind me souls of the faceless swam attracted by the light

Sweat of parents desperate to see through their past child's sight

Hope of warm winters from the money takers

Corruption of the voted managers

Desperation of the broken

I like the pretty lights