Vibrant Light of Tomorrow

On the edge of illness
my brow is warm with fever
and no hand will sooth me this time.

Brick upon brick
I have built a fortress high
so that I might not look outside
these walls,

will only set the lamp
on the ledge of stone
on the nights
I am most
lonely

But tonight I am chilled
to the bone
and making exceptions
to all the rules
that require lines
drawn in the flesh
between head and heart
so that I might see

how I fit
into the gallaxy
that circles
the sound
and dizzying,
vibrant  light
of tomorrow.