Shadowy Reflection

When battery is dead,

And you connect a charger.

It becomes its soul’s reviver.

So mine dark with dread

Every step cautiously tread

And thou hast become that interpreter,

To this worldly domain my comforter.

A source of solace instead.

I long to listen and learn those norms,

Whenever passing through rough sea storms.

Yet sometimes I wonder,

As my heart grows fonder

Is this a dream or reality?

I question my credibility