Lighthouse. Not your typical light house.

A house with lights. Not electricity or bulbs.

The people- bright and happy. Love personified.

And like a lighthouse they guide

They illuminate, they lead

Bringing to light what you need

But like lights they burn out

Batteries need replacing, recharging, relighting

Re-loving, reliving, relearning

Restarting.

Turn the page. Turn off the switch.

A light can only burn bright for so long.

It all goes dark in the end

A candle burning out

A phone dying

A blackout

A flash of lightning

A black hole

The sun swallowing itself

As it was always meant to

There isn't much we can do to stop the cosmos colliding

But enjoy the transient beams of colour and light

That guide us

Like that of a lighthouse

Like those people

Like love