dim the lights

I like the low
lights now,
friendly lighting if you will.
it hides
the dust,
the dirt. the cobwebs,
not to mention
crows feet
and furrowed brows.
give me the lit candle.
the struck match
upon the wick.
be done with the over head
light,
the open blinds,
the floor lamp,
give me shadows now.
the subtle shades of dusk,
or dawn.
keep me from the middle
of the day, bring
me an eclipse, or the curtains
drawn.