The Lights are on, but no one’s home
David Estringel
the lights are on, but no one’s home,
these glimmered eyes, lamps left on long ago.
dimmed to dreams of a new life to come,
the lights are on but no one’s home.
damn these thoughts in their deafening sum!
this longing is all I know.
the lights are on but no one’s home,
these glimmered eyes, lamps left on long ago.
Previously published at Setu Bilingual Journal .
The Elixir Magazine 