I sit here in front of a blaze of light
Like the peasants did before a fire
Warming themselves
I barely notice that day has turned to night
As images dance before my gaze
But I do feel cold
Something makes me turn away from the glare
To see where a more distant vista glows
And draws me onward
A sheltered valley appears fertile and green
All my friends are playing their life games there
I want
to play
Then gradually they climb up the hill
And disappear into the dark wood
I watch them go
My Father's bony hand grips my shoulder tightly
That is where they all end up he whispers
Look
at them go
The dawn is soon coming, the image fades
I turn back to face the burning screen
To find it is black
By moving mouse and touching keys
I bring back movement, colour, light
My work
is saved
Here are emails, texts, all sorts of feeds
I know the life electronic will always go on
But I will not
And I am lonely