No matter what happens to me, I'll always have the lighthouse.
I'll climb to the top and look out
To the star speckled blackened horizon that sleeps
On the endless stretch of the ocean.
I'll watch foam lap at the shores
And be the lone witness of waves reaching for the moon.
I'll think about everything and everyone
Until the calloused fingers of my dreams drag me under the water.
My body will sway in a steady beat, the pulse of eons rocking me
A baby in mother earth's cradle
Until dawn's light slips in between the windows
Of my perfect tower
And I awaken with familiar clumps of sand
Caking my weather-beaten skin.