The Fragile Glow of Screens

In the midnight hush, a soft light hums,

A glow that lingers where darkness comes.

Fingers trace the glass, a fleeting caress,

Chasing whispers, but finding less.

A fragile glow, so cold, so thin,

It draws us out, yet pulls us in.

Eyes like mirrors, reflecting the light,

While shadows grow deeper, swallowing night.

Each pixel burns with a hollow fire,

Feeding the ache of quiet desire.

For connection, for meaning, a thread to hold,

But the warmth fades quickly; the glow turns cold.

We build our worlds in this brittle gleam,

Yet lose the earth, the soil, the dream.

The stars above seem dimmer still,

As screens command both heart and will.

Oh, fragile glow, how bright you seem,

Yet leave us wandering in a dream.

Perhaps the quiet is what we need,

To plant a thought, to let it seed.

Turn from the glow, seek softer skies,

Where truths are held in human eyes.

For what we crave, no screen can show—

A love, a life, a deeper glow.