Time Waves - NaPoWriMo Day #13

Time Waves

Sometimes their voices,
just up the stairs,
travel down—
a waterfall of light
through time waves—
transporting me
instantly
to an era
where we
were all happy.

Their frequency
is youthful and juiced,
animated and charged,
and I plug in
to that sparking socket,
unafraid of the potential zap
because, if I'm lucky, it may
set me aflame too.

How long has it been
since I've burned with life?

I am closer to the fire
but it's still beyond the barrier.
A line that I,
in theory,
can never cross.

I am nearer
yet they burn brighter
and I wonder where I lost
the bit that should still glow.

I'll cobble together
a new techno shine,
likely LED,
no warmth,
but so bright.
I'll borrow a smidge
of their leftover magic
and I'll sparkle into the night.