All I see:faceted dreams
Sparkling a thousand suns bright.
Years of crinkled paper/littered art/stained fingers
Rusty pages after dark-
My first sunrise
Life blooms in the oily sky
Red on orange on yellow on pink
Blue. Green. Purple.
Bookshelves sold miles high with my lightbulbs.
My pen/silver slashes on paper/white
And it bleeds-
Bits of my soul meant for falling into the eyeholes of intimate strangers.
Sunrise leaks out of my canvas gaze
Who will I end up?
I don't know/ will I ever know?
I hope not
That will mean I have run out of lightbulb dreams.