shadows cast their hold on me
darkness enwrapped me in a cosmic grip
now the stars have faded away
as the black hole in my mind;
its grip has come to stay

The light is absorbed away
photon after photon
struggling in the grips
but gravity does not slip

windows open inward
and inward i look
where light is trapped
casting an aurora

an aurora on my dreams
painting them something;
romantic,
my hope becomes frantic