Light


The time we awake
To a life we never chose
No matter the joys, no matter the woes.

How we see
The people, the places
And the years written across their faces.

What we know
Is true and just —
Lies and malice shall turn to dust.

The lonely path to
What the heart desires
No matter the horrors that may transpire.

A glimmer of modernity
In glassy eyes
Heralding humanity, digitised.

A vivid memory
That went from a spark
To the last light one saw before the dark.