The Lighthouse

There’s a lighthouse in the darkness

Erected thru the ghostly fog;

Its light gushing thru the cracks,

Like golden spears thru silky cloth.

Lonely is the lighthouse

‘Midst the soaring sea,

Veiled In screaming silence

Of salt infested winds.

Sometimes ships pass it by;

A meeting far too brief,

And so deepens the loneliness

And the all-pervading grief.

Lonely is the lighthouse

Clinging to its light;

Embracing the inner Sun

To ward off the night.

But darkness listens,

And slyly does it whisper;

Thru every crack it slithers

Into the unsuspecting heart.

 Heavens blacken;

The vestige of the lighthouse

Lingers in the fog.