Island fog.

The Lighthouse

The lighthouse

Sitting atop its rocky throne

Seeing the world

But only as the stars

Cool and distant

All the while longing to be part of that world

And so the lighthouse

Sitting atop its rocky prison

Confined to purpose

Withering away by loneliness

Beckons boats to its shores

It’s beacon a cry in the night for companionship

But boats only sail on

And so the lighthouse

sits alone

A thing of beauty

Longing in the night for someone

Only to wake alone

For itself pushed the boats away

And so I stand here

A lighthouse

Destined for purpose doomed by myself

A conflicted soul

A lonely soul I stand~ Michael Nerud

Done