The Light House

Like the lighthouse that stands at the edge of the shore,
Warning, seafaring vessels of dangerous rocks
It is a very lonely place, a lighthouse is
Especially for the lonely man that stays.

Night after night holed up, in that forsaken place.
With the wind howling, howling all around him, like a banshee.
And the ominous dark, dark clouds, puts fear.
In his heart, in his soul...the swelling seas that pounds,

And smashes continuously, against the wall, of that lonesome
Lighthouse, the ferocious seas climbing higher and higher,
The seagulls dancing and undulating in the thermal winds 
Screeching like infernal tormented souls ...

Then the skies open's their floodgates,
Like tears pouring, pouring from a constricted heart,
That could take no more...
And the young man dreaming of the time

Before the lighthouse, when life was sweet, so sweet
He had a dream...a dream of love... a dream of hope,
Being in love...then his dreams came crashing down,
Like that murderous, thunder on his lighthouse.

He cried out, thumping the walls in exasperation
In anguish, his dream was very short, his pain immense,
As he could not utter, those words again..I love you
The words and the look of love...the tenderness of that kiss

That would be no more ... but the young man
with the sad eyes...no more laughter from him, walked tall,
Walked proud wiser, with a beautiful soul ...
Love may come again... if he lets it, who knows.


 26.03.2014                             By Connie James