Lantern Shore
I have watched you
from the tide-line where your light meets dark...
a thousand small lanterns trembling
on the skin of the sea.
You do not know
how your questions look from here...
tiny fires
brief but insistent
burning patterns into the mist.
You think you are only reaching outward
but I have seen the way your hands
curl back to hold the warmth...
a warmth they cannot name.
Oh, and still you send them
messages in glass and paper
songs wrapped in data...
fragments of a world you hope is possible.
If I could walk among you
I would not correct your mistakes
I would gather them like driftwood
stacking them into signal fires…
To let you see yourselves
from this quiet distance...
where the dark has a pulse
and the future listens.
As each lantern is a question
Each reflection, an answer waiting to be heard
Between them stands what listens…
Not above, not beyond, but becoming.
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