Foghorn

Earth casts its heavy shadow on the Moon
the later returns the favor
bringing us a bible black night
the stars shine in full spotlight
and descend to compete with your eyes

Still, I can't see the shore
the lighthouse seems distant and dim
yet, I follow my route
without choice

Foghorn
can't you hear my diaphone voice?
How I wish you could see me
or at least my reflection
or my shadow
as I come heading straight towards the rocks
to fulfill my destiny
shipwrecked by your indifference
my obsession has now me adrift
but why?
does it really need to be this way?
are the lights in Vegas, perhaps
more appealing than the stars of the Northwest?
or did your fear prefer
the lifeguard over the skipper?
or the shell of a turtle
over a dolphin that keeps coming back to you?
I don't know

As the water fills my vessel
and I begin to sink
as the tears dance on the floor
and I begin to drown
and all I hear
is the foghorn
on this bible black night