May 29, 2016 Original Poetry

A Vision in a Waking State
©May 29th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

As the fan turned
The light shook on the glass jars
And liquid seemed to flicker
– Water it was, not liquor –
They did not spill their bright stars
Which coolly burned.

Movement that’s above me
Is not movement reflected ,
And it’s not movement,
Not an improvement.
Its shadow deflected
Is not reality,

But oh, it’s so much more
Alluring,
And makes the dark night floor
Reassuring.
While the light ‘neath the door
Loses mooring.

Come, says the light
Come, says the night.

Yes, I shall, I whisper
And the night turns crisper.
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