The Lighthouse
A poem on darkness and light

A treacherous light rests on the pillow Of the soul that is left alone Wandering in the darkness of betrayal Ice accumulates beneath the window A death rattle unsettles the peace of the loyal guards
It was never meant to be found Graced in fog and magnificent stars A forgotten lighthouse Fights for ascension Shining its ghostly light on a sea of pain
Another dismemberment of sorrow Without a way towards the Self The colonel now sheds a sparkly tear While the sun disappears in the womb Of the hungry and restless waters of despair
This poem was inspired by Gustave Deresse’s prompt “Light Pierces Darkness — Not The Other Way Around”.
