Shining, the beam rose above the tree line,
the house is illuminated into a thin gray silhouette.
as I came over the hill, I noticed the beam was a lighthouse.

Oh what things could this lighthouse be used for?
No sea was near it, no harbor, not even a river.
the beam is:  life
death
eternal
instinct
fear
love
hate
col­or
taste
touch

the beam is nothing at all.
It  is everything.
it is life itself, but,
one who pears into it, will find all their dreams,
all their hopes, wishes,
and all their deepest nightmares come true.

The light offers freedom from the dark abyss of night,
but it also chokes the fear of the unknown.
curiosity takes a dive, and reason out the window.

Where is that light guiding me?
where am I now that i need guidance?
I am nowhere.
I am Everywhere.