Pink, green, yellow, red, blue and colors uncertain,
It is her night lamp.
At 4 am,
She opened her eyelids halfway,
In a dreamy state of ecstasy,
Saw lights talking to each other,
In a language so familiar.
Light discussions on the next travel plan,
And that is when she shut the eyes back again.
Lockdown till she wakes up,
For those colored bulbs attached to each other.
– Emily Parker