the lighthouse keeper
a light that guides no ships, burning only for the fog itself
what happens in the hours between midnight and dawn
a light that guides no ships, burning only for the fog itself
there is always light on the other side, but the handle is warm
she has seen every dawn this century, and remembers each one differently
released at midnight, it drifts toward an answer no one asked
every locked room contains a world that exists only while unseen
the stars rearranged themselves while no one was looking
someone in there is reading the same story you are
some mysteries are best left as questions