Two light, too bright.
Thanks for space sans cresset.
Warmth wanted, but a triplet would beset.
Away, blinding day.
Coaxed feet galumph to distant rooms as they may.
But, they will carry character back to comforter as carapace—shelter-shield against waking waves.
Then, inner dialogue’s maieutic musical will lead swevens where illumination paves. ; )