the power
returned
for two
glorious hours
a tease
a taste
a tantalizing
glimpse into
modern civility

but like all
sweet dreams
it was not meant
to last too long

now i sit
scribbling by
candlelight
a true poet
in rustic repose
by that i mean
sullen and morose
lamenting amenities
of a far gone age
yearning for
something just
out of my grasp

love or
electric lighting
idiotic pining
from a fool
lost in the dark