Ode to a Lamp

Winding pedestal
Carves through air
Gracefully
Pricking pearlescent bubbles
So fair
You light my way
In darkest night
And seize the day
Give way
My fright
My beacon lighthouse
On the shore
A gliding
Seagull
Can’t ignore
O dancing clouds
O crashing surf
O Carolina
Sparkling
Turf
Your mighty glow
That blinds with beauty
As bright
As snow and your duty
Is to shine
So
I thank you
Lamp of mine
I want to see you
All
The time
When I wake I can’t
But cry to
See the sun
Because she hides
You
That sun so drear and all
Her heart so hot
A desert
And I’m taught
To not
Scorn that warmth
But oh the blaze that beats
Upon me
And all that I
Would give to
See
A trickling of dew
A drop on
Lips
So thirsty because I knew
I’d never find
A one
Like you
My dulcet darling
Standing still
Alone
But that cruel sun
Will soon
Atone
That you indeed my Sweet
Are better
Than all she does
To try and fetter
You
Beneath those beams
Of golden
Hair
Feathering out
Without
A care
The strands flit here
And often there
Tickling
Like a fuzzy pair
Of mittens
Woolen mittens wipe
My brow
The crowd
To which
I bowed stood weeping At the
Sight
So maiden Lamp
Send out
Your light
To keep us all
From dreadful
Fright
In darkened winter
Cold as
Night