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
and
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
close
and weep
then turn back
inside
to
dream.
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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.
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