You Turn Me On

You turn on the light, 60 watts bright

Shattering the night, your rays excite

Denizens of the dark, who bulb-wards arc

Their emptiness stark against this new inner spark

The insects perceiving an end worth believing,

Warping and weaving, humming and heaving

Escape the gloom, the torpid vacuum

Shadows lave this room in a dizzy dance of doom

Tango, tumble, fret and fumble

Jostle, jumble, collide, then crumble

After treacherous games, achieving their aims

Their fragile frames, inflamed and in flames

Press the glass sheet, absorb the orb’s heat

A salvation so sweet- scorched but complete

Burning they bicker, quicker and quicker

The beams flicker, grow three shades thicker

Until right from the summit, all seekers plummet

And the pain that some met has nothing to numb it

Each moment brings, stings, broken wings

The pulse of evenings now lies as cold nothings

The driven lay strewn only to be swept up soon

Why dance to a tune- just meander in the moon!

As the midgets twitch, you turn off the switch

And the night black as pitch offers a solace more rich