Lighthouse
Sitting at low tide amongst the creatures of the world underneath my lungs
Staring into the unbreaking blackness of the air hung in smoke
My eyes a lighthouse that gaze into the unknown reality
The world is too big for me to see it all with just one single pillar of yellow
Watching and waiting for the next ship to crash into me
Waiting for the next department that leaves my lightbulb cracking with the rain
Yearning for poseidon to ease my burdens
As the waves crash on my blackened feet and harden hands of acceptance
I mark the time of land, for voyagers to seek shelter under my care
I am the light keeper who seeks out the lost
But I myself can’t find me upon the cliff of which I stand over
Nothing put a chasm I stare under stars from morning to daybreak
Some days I am the ocean, moving without direction or a motive
Leaving sea salt tears and gifts for shore
Some days I am the ships that dock on open ports, waving goodbye to the hope and stability they once gained but release unto the sea foams tides
But I am a lighthouse, burning on an edge, alone, every night in the dark
Where is my love I wait out my life for at an empty dock?
I sit by the waters call, never leaving it without a nightlight
White eyes
White hair
White tears I shed
Yellow glares upon an empty blue
Not even the moon can break through with a world so deep in the trenches
Seagulls call with a laughing tone, mocking
Envious of the freedom that they carry into both worlds I stand veil in
Tall torch-bearer sitting at low tide amongst the creatures of the world underneath my lungs
Where is my spark I wait out my life for at an empty cliff?