Lighthouse

January 27, 2011
Lighthouse
Something in "your face"
tells me
t'truth.

Why I stand alone,
face stone,
cheeks high.

Sometimes,
I ask myself why.
Why
you are gone
your becon dim and
heart stopped.

As last footsteps descend
leaving me
stranded if
I ever become lost
to the lapping waves.

Tears.
Sorrow.

You will have guts cut out and
replaced.
Robot of what once was.

They say it's crazy.
You dont have a "face"
They say.
But they haven't grown up in
your safety
when you always could drift
a-
way.

They say it will be okay.
but...
it won't.
I grew up under you.
Under the shelter of
your barnacled chest.

I turn and
drift
a-
way.

Maybe one day
they will understand what you were.
To me.
My light to follow
My house in which to hide.

The truth is clear-
that you are going now.
And I will sail life now alone.

When the walls are crumbled They
Forget.
But I won't forget.

As I gaze up at the stone now,
crumbled and gray,
I understand.
I must be the one for another
and one day I too will crumble.

But through us it will
on live.

Something in "your face"
tells me
t'truth.

I know why I stand alone
face stone,
cheeks high.

You were my destiny
and I feel that guiding
light
flicked in me.

My own secret glow lives on.

Light.
House.





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