Tuesday, October 27, 2009


You never
called me a keeper

you never
shined your light
on me

you just crashed
and waved
(I'll just bleed)

and I believed

that you were there
for me.

I just stood
like a lighthouse

watching over
the sea

standing guard
over the wrecks

and now I kind of need

for someone
to come
save me.

And all the water
came rolling

and I was the last
of the men
standing alone

and I thought
your light
lit my Hope

but it was a distant
and disappearing boat

so all I could do
was pull my collar
and weep

then turn back



1 comment:

  1. I really liked reading this and the last one Minotaur. Together they made me imagine a lighthouse in the centre of a huge maze. Nice to read something that conjured such an unusual image in my mind.