Oh gear my dear, please stop turning.
For there is a charming lamp, lurking, and it's flames like twirling as if flirting.
Like a soft good morning that stirs sweet dreams and fond memories,
it's soft glow and crackles mend together like a soothing melody,
pretty easy to darning too.
Mornin' to you, soft shimmers drifting like a dance of whispers and worlds I cannot see.
Wanting to stay enchanted by this penoply.
I sat down with my black coffee, awaiting happily.
The light a soothing canopy.
You are forever beautiful.