Heads of Light
A lot of people are here —
Waiting for tomorrow to happen.
The thing about tomorrow is —
It’s already creeping past them.
The people are the narrative —
All thoughts travel fast.
Outpacing the oncoming night,
We still time travel at rest.
A fine tracery of feelings
Fires up on meeting another.
The glow spreads across both,
So much brighter than before.
Can we be each other’s lighthouses?
Though storm and rocks remain,
We with our heads of light
Decide to root in earth.
This is another entry in the Neil Gaiman’s fault series. These are the others (so far):
