The dark between streetlamps
The light right beneath
A pulse for the walker
Whose journey won’t cease
’til he’s home bathed in light
And then sleeps deep in dark
A switch on the wall
Controls change with a spark
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The dark between streetlamps
The light right beneath
A pulse for the walker
Whose journey won’t cease
’til he’s home bathed in light
And then sleeps deep in dark
A switch on the wall
Controls change with a spark