The light across the ocean

on Vancouver Island.

As if Daisy were calling to Gatsby,

it shone brightly on the water.

Small shards of light reflected

on the moving sea.

It could have been, we thought,

a flare sent up by a sinking boat.

Or it could have been a lighthouse,

unmoving, and fixed upon us.

The real mystery of the

light across the ocean,

was when it began to sink into the

water, like the sun setting over mountain peaks.

How could a light sink?

we asked as it slowly fell.

But it sank, and we never got

our answer, and those

shards of light like broken

glass atop the sea,

turned into blackness.

And we were left in the dark.