And tonight I'll write
a thousand words
to shout what my
mouth is too afraid
to whisper.

For far too long
I was a hopeless soul -
wandering lost
at sea like a
shipwrecked
sailor...
until your beams
brought me back to
shore.

your rays of light
traveled to my ship
in sound waves and
beautiful songs
of childhood
stories and dreams
of the future
guiding me
back to land.

the way you gleam
has me blinded and
too in awe to function.
the sound of your
voice as you speak
of things dear to
your heart makes
me melt faster than
ice cream on a blazing
summer day.

a dazzle of your eyes
in the sun is a maze of
excitement and adventures.
i could get lost forever
and never ever
want to return.

you're you and
no one is better.
that's truer than true.
only time will tell
of what may come.

but as for now,
I only wish to
thank you
for being
my lighthouse.

Death, sweet Death, beckons to me.
He is a lighthouse, warning most to avoid his realm
But He calls me by my name
He tells me to be dead is the greatest gift Life has to offer
And whispers of the secret joys of His hazy oblivion.

"Come my child and partake of my treasures," and
"Your troubles shall cease even as your spirit roams," are His entreaties.

At first His voice is as soft as the waves lapping at the shore
But as I ignore him his call becomes
louder
Louder
LOUDER
Than the squall of a maelstrom
Until He is all I hear

His voice dries up the Happiness fed by
Hope, who is a frightened dove.
And when Hope ceases to feed you in the morning and in the the evening, then
"Elijah, you are alone."

So

End Life to escape from Death.
Cast off your body and dwell with Him.
Death is the light in the lighthouse.
Choose that light
Choose darkness.

Dear Watchman,
Without thy gaze into the far
Without the warning, danger,
Without thought or care
Lost, would we be
Lambs.

In a world dressed with smiles
Hiding the vicissitudes
The callous calls of fury
This citadel would fall
Without this Watchman
Watching.

This land, this precious soil
It creeps with terror skulking in the dark
Your lighthouse looks for passage
And your gaze looks
Protecting.

Keep looking Watchman,
Keep eyes firm,
Stern or starboard clear
We set sail knowing
That your light will guide
Your eyes protect
Your wisdom dear.

just came back from a weekend away, down the coast in byron bay, where the lighthouse overlooks the eastern horizon, where we made love on the rocks so long ago, where our selfsame separate memories intermingled, each with the other, where i wandered from shore to shore, and looked to the mirror moon for comfort, and found your arms

You led me to the lighthouse,
squat on the rolling lake of grass.

Beneath the great guard we slid
through the marshmallow heat to the edge of the land.

Pressed into the sand below a blue sky, together we stopped,
and let the lapping water wash.

I want you to see all the stories I’ve written for you

But I’m scared the characters will chip and fall apart
Serifs sharp like broken glass
Are you still breathing
while you drown in me?
There is a curve
In soft vowels that create you
and any letter that drops below the baseline, like a sinking rock in the murky shores
My words more often than not drift like wood at sea
Part of something once
But no longer whole
And crushed constantly by blue waves of doubt
That pushes and pulls me
Into every direction
Every lighthouse I've ever seen
has never shined bright enough
to guide me home