#LonelyStreetlight

Little dreamer, don’t be afraid of being caught,
Underneath this streetlight shining your thoughts.
Is this the only illumination that sees you fully?
Like the moon reflected by the sun, I’d say surely.

Let the flicker burn,
The matchstick at the top of my fingers.
There’s nothing left for me to learn,
Is there something for this streetlight to consider?

Dressed and caressed by cotton wool,
Confided body silent crying on a long haul.
Those shadows of yours remain ominous,
With the lack...