Poetry
MY GLOW WORM
22nd February 2009

On screen is your full attention
Your face permanently turned away to the glow
You are that worm whose light comes from the machine
The glint in your eyes as you find another google prize.
I write these lines in hope,
The hope that through them you'll see me
And perhaps smile, once in a while, whilst I dream,
And turn your face and thoughts away from the screen
So you too can dream, dream of me.