The candle of incandescence

Keeps me up all night.
Or at least,
Keeps me company.

I’m up already.

Wrestling to wield,
A restless light.
Hiding in front of my eyes,

Giggling in the night.

Flickering trickery,
I’ve not yet wrought,
Cajoled or strangled into mine.

I will have soon,
Plucked their shiny hides
from the night.

To sit together with me,
And these lonely, probing eyes.