Faces are found fragments of past lives.
Coalesced into a masked façade
Pierced light will spear through cracks at each strife
Open eyes will spill blank light at pause.

Be a traveler who lurks in night,
Would you tread upon dreams so still?
Carry a pathway to dark or light,
To whisper glories and choke the fill?

As many seconds as light to sky
Be spent wishing on wishing stars
Whose beams will never touch our bowed eyes
Luminosity glows from afar

When a cinched fire blazes from our palms
Made with the deepest of our thought
Be not because we may shine as bright
But blaze will burn in our darkest nights.