the lighthouse beamed it's powerful light across the dark wine sea that captured me ask the ships that sail across the cliffs of wales return to thee while the lighthouse comfort me
black widow spiders with orange hourglass tattooed upon their abdomen while spinning their webs like an open fire hydrant snipped crackled and popped and inched themselves like caterpillars breaking from their cocoons across the apple cider wooden floor
still within our sight we walked towards the river of light and witness the flame of life still buring red, blue, and green with a bit of indigo all through the night