One light in my bedroom, a soft, gentle hum,
Cast a warm, honeyed glow, chasing shadows dumb.
Not harsh overhead, but a pool at my side,
Inviting a book, or a thought to confide.

The night holds its vastness, a canvas so deep,
But this little beacon, my solace to keep.
It flickers and dances, a friend in the dark,
Guiding my dreams as they rise like a spark.

In this quiet haven, bathed in golden light,
I find inspiration, to hold me through the night.
One light in my bedroom, a sanctuary made,
Where comfort and wonder, in gentle light, pervade.
Just one light in my bedroom