With a brush of my hand
I turn the light
to darkness.
And in that moment,
as all the images
fade to black,
what remains are the bits
and pieces my mind
has saved up all day
for just this moment.
Pictures and stories
that stumble about,
keeping me awake.
A panoply of visions
and dreams that shun
the light of day,
but now dance about
like newly wakened vampires,
only to melt away
with the first hint
of sunrise.