REM-Embering my LED

by Jamal H. Iqbal

One rests by the comforting glow of silk cloaked amber;
dreams of the orange sun draped just beyond.
Eyelids ridged, rippled;

Someone desperately dials a number.

Hastily at first then patiently and finally with angry disparity.

The screen flashes;
white then red then a yellow warning and finally — black out.
Shadows on the edge, amber just beyond.
Iris draped tight.