The Lighthouse's Song
Long, dark nights are favoured to me
For staring out upon my sea,
With cyclopsed eye
I scan sapphire tarred waves,
Spying for nightmares and drownings.
Hark upon the white horses!
How they battle and gnash,
Duelling and crashing,
Smashing on jagged, crustacean jewelled rocks,
Hissing their death knell
Across sand’s spiteful scratch,
grasping at life with arching claws.
Oh, how I savour their delicious foaming,
Their glorious plumed fire,
Their spitting upon Neptune’s graveyard,
His hideous skeletoned playground.
I saved a few from a watery death
It’s true, I had my day
But now abandoned
I can only watch as nature makes her play.
My lichened bricks groan,
Weighted down by a coat of unwanted green shimmer,
Paintwork long peeled and blown to the skies,
Colours stripped back to the bare and the grim.
Yet still I reach for the distant wail
of the mermaids call,
The siren’s song
Round algaed rocks,
‘Come to me,
lie with me, upon my salty rippled deathbed.’
And I, long alone,
stretch out to catch the whistle of the wind,
To cup the spite of the storm,
For cloying summer sunshine is no joy to me
Boredom lies deep with a calm, ripple free sea.
Gone are the men who once weathered with me
Their footfalls signed upon my broken stairs,
Long dead lonely folk, silenced,
save for their legacy,
the ghostly creaks of forgotten hands.
I hear the whispered echoes of
Sharp calls through the ink to hapless wrecks,
When I shone my light,
Golden and bright
To cast away shadows from rocks in the night.
Yet I am not saddened
For this long dark night
Is favoured to me
As I work on alone,
Treasuring my wondrous sea.