SUMMON THE SOUL

Switch off
Prickling lights
Light bulbs
Hit the eyes

Need an hour
In silence dark
Bereft of light
And words too

Parked on bed
Art transforms
Raising fingers
In deep void

Closed eyes oozes
Colourful imagery
Sprouts surcharged
In beautiful inlay

Switch off
Remaining lights
Come hither
Summon the soul