Smooth and gentle the words of a light bulb
Caught onto her eyes.
The misty movement and the bright chandeliers;
All had been said and done.
The same old wine and the same old dusty glass,
Wasn’t it time to move on? She asked.
You’ve been here every night
You’ve been a part of this circus forever, the light replied.
The rays disappeared and the visual hazy; she woke up to a bedtime story.