lonely island in the thunderstorm
ray of light for the sailor adrift
always there
storm after storm
wave after wave
I wave from the shore
can you see me?
can you hear me whisper?
would you stop and swim ashore?
I need a beacon
I'm lost
and I'm drowning in my little storm
I guess I could use a lighthouse
just about now
But they've turned you off
blew your candle
dimmed your light
and what do they know?
nothing
I sit and ponder
on my old man and wind and shores
on life and sailboats and whores
and on how time escapes from clenched fists
and on how this world for sailors
is commanded by pirates
who only seek to sink ships
decommission lighthouses
and drown our dreams
I wake up and find myself floating
in a bed of fleurs-de-lis
and I realize the beach is a muse
and waking up to see her
is like a sunbeam of peace and lavender
kiss of laudanum
as I close my eyes and sleep
and float away with the tide
(click here to see more pics from this trip to Cannon Beach)
2 comments:
I was just reading in a book about how people should be lighthouses. The lighthouse is what keeps you anchored in the world and that the light represents who we are when nobody else is looking and was meant to keep shining no matter how dark or stormy it gets outside. Sometimes the lighthouse we seek is inside us. Don't let anyone else dim that light.
Beautiful place, wonderful times, special friends. Thanks.
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