Lone Lighthouse

One lone lighthouse stands
exposed to all the elemental storms;
there, at a tip of peninsular land
beaming a light of survival
through all the tempests
born of changing seasons.

One man, alone now, tends to this
miraculous pure beam of singularity
imbibing in the spirits of the night;
for his wife had passed into eternity
and all the love he ever felt,
yet never found a way somehow
to share with her in his expression,
flashes with those beams of light
oer oceans and then on into the heavens.

He swears, at times, he sees her there -
mistily, as in a waking dream.
He reaches out, but only finds
a touch of warm, moist air
responding to his need and his desire;
and yet somehow, her loves reborn
inside of him again
within a bright and flashing fantasy
of memorys arrival.

Lone, the man and house and light
live on...

? Michaelette ?

4/20/2001
Copyright© 2001 Michaelette L. Romano
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