Enlightenment

the room was graced by a soft glow
my legs were deep long shadows on the opposite wall
late in the night when it should have been dark
and the domain of the nocturnal creatures start
the little table lamp was lit.

for months it lay in a corner
desolate, unused, covered with dust
days, when the power it held
was a prisoner of its shell.

the darkness for it was comforting
but it was a dream, a mirage
for in its very bosom it held light
the essence of its creation.

so I told it
evolve from the dark you lamp
of your meagre light do not guilt
when all the lamps the world over shine
will you create enlightenment
Suddenly the room became bright.