Lamp light

 

This morning

The street lights taste fiery,

Warming deep,

The burnt orange sauce

Powering me with energy.

 

Wind beats a steady maraca shake in the bushes

Drumming power into each step,

I hold its force

With tightly clenched fists.

 

In the darkness

Between each glistening luminescence

Pavements harshness ricochets feet high and onward,

Pacing fast,

Urging again for lamps buds tingle.

 

The world seems brighter in orange,

More fuelled with astoundment,

Almost magical qualities

Alight all in their gleam.

 

I can’t help this feeling,

A different image to the world

In which all holds grace,

The high in which they supply me with

Seems to be projected

Through chilled finger tips.

 

Pleasures of a day break

Never before noticed,

The mellow tint wonder

Lifting this entranced heart,

Pulsing out warmth

Onto early mornings shiver.

 

Connected together

By the same worship of nature,

Tall pillars alighting earth,

Me swallowing its flavour,

Adorning this otherwise dull street.