The Lights fell into the valley
Damp with shadows, that were tucked behind moonlight

The yellow Lights from houses on the mountain
looked like yellow beady eyes blended into the black, flat expanse of the mountain itself

Stripes of dark blue clouds lay wispy atop the black figure
and a light traces the insides of my room

Filling and passing,
my window pane etched against my wall that has been pricked, scurries away from the light

The room has transformed into a cave
I can feel the wet drip and echo
crawling up the puckered walls until the Light passes again

And it is a womb, untouched,
made for darkness and sleeping.