Dimmer

I've never been a
binary button
kind of person.
Forget black
and white.
Shades of grey,
a dimmer switch
is more me.

Often glowing,
to shine on others.
I want to cause reflection
to glance off the cheeks
of others
so that they know
I was there.
I am
there.
I am here.

Occasionally dull,
those rainy days,
listening to melancholy music-days,
leave-me-alone I'm otherwise occupied-days.
We all need some lows
now and then.

Always humming along,
crank me up,
dial me down
but never to the point
of twist and click,
until now.

The frail filament expected
to cast rays
on demand,
is failing.
I was touched
but never noticed.
Perceived but not recognized,
bounced around and
never taken in.

Today is dark,
a first and last

twist and click.

By DB (06/09/2011)